Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
Sarah grabbed her dish cloth and spray, she looked towards the clock.  Matt came into her thoughts.  She looked at the empty chair where he had sat earlier that morning.  She remembered his smile as she cleaned down the counter.  For a split second she closed her eyes and rested her chin on to her hand.  She wasn't sure how old he was, she tried to put an age on him.  She knew he was a student, he had a young face but he was mature and wise in his ways. His friend Foggy was definitely more immature but extremely lovable but it was Matt that had intrigued her.  There was something about him that had woken something up inside of her but she couldn't put her finger on it.
                          
"He must be in his early twenties" she thought.  "Christ, has he even turned twenty-one, tell me he's not any younger" she laughed, a grin appearing on her face as she cleaned the same spot on the counter.  She stopped suddenly.  "What am I doing?  For fucks sake he's just a kid.  Get a grip Sarah, stop making a fool of yourself.  He's not going to be interested in a woman fifteen years older than him.  Get over it, you are just a lonely widow, who is missing her dead husband. Steve, shit Steve" she paused tears springing to her eyes.  "What the fuck am I doing?" she said as she threw the towel down on the counter.
                          
She walked into the back kitchen and she took her wallet out from her handbag.  Opening it up she removed the photo of Steve and held it in her hand.  Tears fell down her cheeks.
                          
"I'm sorry" she whispered to the photo. "I'm so sorry"
                          
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The door chimed and Matt came through the door.
                          
"Hello" he said from the door. "Sarah, are you here?"
                          
Sarah sniffed slightly and she rubbed her eyes.  She called from the back of the kitchen.
                          
"Sure Matt, I'm here I'm just getting finished.  I'll be right out"
                          
Matt closed the door behind him, the restaurant was empty so the place was a lot quieter.  He tilted his head he could hear Sarah had been crying and he wondered what had upset her.
                          
"There's a sign on the door Matt, can you turn it around for me.  Thanks" she called out
                          
"Sure" he replied changing the sign over from open to closed.  "Is everything alright?" he asked
                          
"Em, yeah, just running a bit behind.  You know how it is, customers forgetting to go home" she faked a laugh
                          
"Do you still want to go?"
                          
"Of course" she said walking out into the restaurant she had a towel in her hand.  "I have been stuck in here all day, a walk in the sunshine would be really lovely now"
                          
"Can I help you?" he offered
                          
"No, no, I'll be fine.  Take a seat and relax"
                          
"Please" he said putting his hand on her shoulder.  "I may be blind but I can help, I'm quite something in the kitchen" he grinned
                          
"I would appreciate it or I will be here until Midnight.  Are you any good at doing dishes?"
                          
"Lead me in the direction of the kitchen" he replied placing his cane down on the counter and taking Sarah's elbow, they walked together into the back of the restaurant.
                          
"I'll wash, if you dry" she said
                          
"Throw me a towel so" he teased raising an eyebrow
                          
"I'm not going to throw you a towel" she protested
                          
"Why not?" he smirked. "Throw me that towel, the one that's on the sink.  I bet you I will catch it"
                          
"How did you know there was a towel on the sink?"