At the sound of an unfamiliar car engine rumbling into the driveway, a puzzled Jennifer stood up and walked to the window to identify the source of the noise. Surely Dave hadn't bought yet another car?
Being married to a confirmed petrol-head had some advantages, such as always having an exciting motor-car to ride around in, but it also had some disadvantages, such as their garden, garage and often the kitchen filled with oily rags, oil, tools and various scattered automobile parts, strange looking rings, pistons, nuts, bolts and all sorts of engine detritus.
Her brow furrowed at the sight of a 1970's Ford Capri parked outside the front door of the semi-detached house where she had lived for the past five years, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a classic British sports car, but did they really need it?
Although Dave had a decent job, earning good money, times were tough enough as it was.
Jennifer's part-time job at the local pub didn't bring her in a lot of spare cash, and she was always asking the boss for extra hours, just for the money for a few personal luxury items.
She breathed a gentle sigh of relief as she saw Dave's best friend Andy climb out of the car. Andy was also a car addict, and had been Dave's pal for years. He'd been best man at their wedding, and had been responsible for organising an honour guard of men in overalls holding large spanners aloft when she and Dave had left the church - a fitting (and humorous) touch. Jennifer grinned at the memory.
As she walked towards the front door, the doorbell rang. She swung the door open and greeted Andy with a smile.
"Hi Andy! He's not here at the moment, and he won't be back for a little while yet."
"That's ok Jenny, but I kind of needed to see him. Any chance I could come in and wait?"
"Sure, sweetie, come on in and sit down. I'll put the kettle on."
Andy walked through to the lounge whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee to the cups, four sugars for Andy as usual, black with no milk for her own.
With the coffee made, she carried the cups through to the lounge. Andy was sitting comfortably in the armchair, so Jennifer set them down on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa facing him.
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