Trying To Connect You

Sarah was silently filling the dishwasher when Robert entered; he hovered around, uncertainly for a minute. ‘Can I help?’

‘No thanks - you’ll probably just take over and fire me anyway!’

‘Look I’m sorry - it was out of my hands...’

‘Yeah right!’

‘It was! Look, The Board said we had to make cost cuttings and-’

‘And you though “out with the old and in with the new?”

‘Well - I wouldn’t exactlyput it like that...’

‘I’ve worked there since I was eighteen - that’s eight years! I’m hardly old am I?!’

‘No! Of course you’re not! Look - it was more to do with the maths if you like - we had to cut down on each department.’

‘Whatever! Look - we’re going to be family - that means we have to tolerate each other - fortunately it shouldn’t be more than a couple of times a year.’

‘Look if there’s-’

‘Well, there isn’t! As far as I’m concerned - we may soon be brother and sister-in-law and we’ll have to work together on this bloody wedding, but we’re not friends alright?’

‘Planning to go down the frosty relative route then? Christmas dinners should be fun!’