Mike had dropped her off. They normally went to see films together, b ut he hated
musicals, so she had been going with a friend instead. She’d waited for Mary outside
the “Classic” for twenty minutes, but she hadn’t shown up. It hadn’t been the first
time she had let Abigail down like this. Mary had a tendency of accusing her
husband of sleeping with some woman at work, and storming off to her mother’s in
protest. This always seemed to happen on nights she was supposed to be going out
with Abigail. Last time it happened, she had been left sitting in a pub for half an
hour, getting chatted up by seedy men, whilst waiting in vain for her unreliable
friend to turn up. That was before she’d married Mike, of course, though they were
engaged at the time and he had come to collect her from the pub when she had
phoned him. He wasn’t a fan of Mary at all. But his antipathy towards her friend was
outweighed by his intense dislike of musicals so he’d agreed to the two ladies going
out together, just this once.
Mary’s non-appearance had left her in an awkward situation. If she phoned Mike to
ask for a lift home, he would not be impressed that she had let Abigail down again.
He hated rudeness with a vengeance, and he would do everything possible to stop the
two of them going out ever again. She wasn’t very happy with Mary herself, but she
wasn’t ready to burn her bridges just yet. After all, they had a lot of fun on the
occasions she actually showed up. She wasn’t keen on going to the cinema alone – it
looked too sad – but she could walk to her Mum’s instead, and then come back to the
cinema just before the film was due to finish, ready for Mike to come and collect her.
He need never know that she had been stood up, that way.