As the two of them lay in the same bed side by side but not very close Danny lay awake thinking about everything that was going on in his life.
He knew Tracey had lied, or at least lied in part about seeing Sharky behind his back. Sharky knew how race teams worked, spying for the opposition just wasn’t the sort of thing that teams did, not only that the two teams ran different model cars and so much of the data he could gain by spying would not be usable. He didn’t need the Private Eye he’d hired to tell him that part of the story had been made up, what he did need however was reasons as to why she made it, what she was protecting, what she was hiding.
By the time the sun was rising he still had no answers and he’d also had very little sleep. Adding to his lack of sleep was the thoughts about what he’d done while Tracey had been absent from his life. Of course he felt justified at the time but that didn’t mean what he did was right.
In the bed beside him Tracey breathed deeply, coughed loudly, stirred, then rolled over and faced the window. Danny looked at the at the clock, it was 6:05am a little earlier than his usual get up time but if Tracey was stirring it seemed like a good time to get up. If he was was quiet maybe Tracey would remain asleep until he left for work and he wouldn’t have to face her and pretend the lie was all hers.
Quietly Danny pulled the donna back and slid his legs out of bed. Once upright he grabbed all the gear he could and disappeared into the en-suite where he got dressed as quietly as he could. Several minutes later he was sitting at the kitchen table eating his Corn Flakes and reading the local newspaper that would have been delivered to their letter box the previous day. Rather than make a noise boiling the kettle he decided to leave coffee until he got to work, he’d be early enough that he could take his time when he got there.
Although he was reading the newspaper his mind did keep wandering back to the dinner of the previous night. It was an enjoyable dinner in a lovely restaurant with the woman he loved and if he removed all the negative emotions that surrounded them and focused on the idea of just the two of them together, sharing a meal and company it was the sort of night he wished there was more of. He couldn’t help but wonder why his sleep addled mind didn’t spend the time he was laying in bed thinking of that thought rather than everything else, at least then he might have been able to get some more sleep.
Danny quietly rinsed his breakfast bowl in the sink, placed it in the dish drained then collected his keys, wallet and mobile phone from the bench before heading to the back door. It wasn’t even 7am, he was definitely going to be at work early but he neither wanted to fight with Tracey or sit around with the expectation of something positive happening purely because they’d had a pleasant dinner together. Fleeing while she slept might have been some what cowardly but it was better for both of them he was able to convince himself.
As Danny reversed his dual cab ute out the driveway and the garage roller door came down Tracey lay in bed, close to waking but still lost dreamland and not aware of her husband’s departure. While Tracey had no real life delusions or aspirations to be a singer that didn’t stop her dream state mind letting her sing in sweet and dulcet tones.
While her dream was clear and memorable in her waking hours it was also in black and white, something she would find herself wondering at a later time if it had significant. In her dream she was sitting on the edge of the bed while Danny lay asleep with just a sheet cover him singing the words of Poison’s Every Rose Has It’s Thorn to him.
We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say
Every rose has its thorn
He was asleep on his stomach with his left arm pushed up under the pillow and right arm uncovered, his two day stubble made him look cute and reminded her of just one of the many reasons why she was attracted to him in the first place. He was breathing gently and snoring quietly and because it was her dream she knew he wasn’t waking up, but she was hoping he could hear the words she sung through his unconscious mind.
At the same time Danny was pulling into the workshop car park Tracey was waking up and reaching across the bed feeling the vacancy left behind by her husband. The car park was empty, as Danny expected it would be at such an early hour, and he found himself having to talk his mind out of telling him that he needed an egg and bacon sandwich from the take away shop across that road that opened early to feed the early risers that worked in the industrial estate the workshop was in.
Instead of having a second breakfast Danny opened the front door of the workshop, entered the front foyer and turned the alarm off. He then made his way straight to the kitchen to make himself coffee, it would have to be instant with hot water from the kettle but it was enough that would wake him up and kick start his day.
He was sitting at his desk weeding through all his emails, thankfully none of them were spam and half way through his coffee before he saw the first soul walk through the offices, it was Jean who worked the front desk and answered all the calls. They greeted each other, made a bit of small talk and then both went back to their own jobs. After that it was a flurry of staff arriving, many of them rushing for coffee to kick start their working day.
At 8:10am Rick walked into Danny’s office, his coffee cup in his right hand and a cream filled biscuit in his left.
“Morning Sunshine, how’s thing?” Rick asked as he sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk to Danny.
“Yeah, bloody tired but I’m getting there. How about you?”
“I was up half the night talking with dad about this suspension issues,” Rick’s family being the makers of the suspension unit that was causing them the problems, “but after that I slept like a log.”
“Fuck, I wish I did.” Danny wasn’t actually trying to start a conversation about his evening with Tracey, he was just expressing himself. He did however know that because he and Rick were so close by the end of the day Rick would know exactly what happened.
“Too much on your mind?” Rick asked.
Danny didn’t bother starting with what happened when he got home, Rick didn’t need to hear that but he also considered it a non event, instead he started with going out to dinner. Their conversation lasted nearly twenty minutes and although a few people poked their heads into Danny’s office, including Dave, the team manager, no one did more than greet them.
At the end of the conversation although Rick was obviously taking his side Danny still couldn’t even tell Rick his secret, the secret that he knew would change everyone’s opinion.
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