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More Than Just Being Neighbourly

Marion put down her iPhone and sat back in her reading chair. It was placed by one of the windows of her living room so that she not only got the best of the daylight to read by, but it also gave her a view of the lane that passed her house and also of the cottages that lined it. They were an assortment of styles that somehow still managed to create a pleasant streetscape, their owner's house proud and in summer there was always a blaze of colour to be seen when the hanging baskets were planted and gradually filled out to provide cascades of many colourful blooms.

She was not frail and losing her mind, even if she did live alone now but, as a precaution, she had asked her doctor to get her registered in a neighbourhood watch scheme so that there was someone nearby that she could call upon to help her in case of an emergency. She still had the occasional‘turn’, the legacy of a mild stroke some eighteen months ago.

Tom Rycroft had been a surprise addition to the list of three, but the young man with his still boyish good looks turned out to be the most attentive one, never complaining when he was called because she had one of her‘woozy’ spells.

Today had been such a day and she had called the helpline, using the buzzer that she wore around her neck on a gold chain. Tom, working from home as he did, was the first to respond.

“I’m sorry to call you out,” she said looking apologetically at him, but very pleased that he had been the first to respond.

“It’s okay. ...

... Let’s get you settled and you can tell me what happened. I’ll pass it on to the service for you.”

“I haven’t touched a drop!” she had smiled, the last time a few weeks ago, and when he called by, using a back door key that he knew lay under one of the flowerpots by the pathway leading up to the house.

“I always prefer it when you come over here to help me,” she told him with a noticeable hardening in her tone. “My son Frank is always in a rush to get things done and then goes away again. You always stay and have a chat, even when I know you have your work to do and your business to run. I like that in you.”

“Well, today’s another time when I can do that. I’m alone at home as you know.” He gazed at her and saw Marion’s hand shaking as she put away her reading glasses. He took her to be about fifty-five, maybe sixty, but she had an attractiveness that belonged to a younger woman. She hadn’t deserved to be afflicted in the way that she sometimes was.

“I can manage,” she answered somewhat testily on seeing that look of concern upon her. “I just get these turns and then I’m okay again.”

“Not as often as before, I hear. I’ve asked about you, Marion.”

“You care,” she stated simply, but there was feeling behind what she said. Tom was thirty-five, she had heard, but he took an interest in how she was and showed no reluctance to do so. It had set her wondering about what he took from being with her.

“Yes, I do…care I mean,” he answered, smiling, and with a shrug of his ...