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- 49
Despite the fact that Beatrice had told him repeatedly that he wasn't needed here, Gregory had hovered for many weeks in Obsidian Harbour, floating over to Langton when the children's mother was out. He didn't come as often as he'd like but he knew that his presence was felt all the same. When Deirdre had been called away to New Zealand he'd encouraged her to have a break and spend time with her new boyfriend while caring for her youngest sister. Even so, he'd regretted asking her too, no matter how selfish it was to feel so. Gregory was lonely enough as it was with just his eldest daughter with him. He was used to a crowded household; or at least he had been four years ago. Deirdre was gone for two months before Greg finally cracked and pulled himself, nervous and hesitant, to see his children. It was awkward, then it was joyous. Yet now? Now he was solitary again. In some ways he felt that he didn't deserve to see the children, even though their not seeing him was only a little bit his fault. It was Beatrice that was still furious with him and she hung over his visits like a dark presence.
Gregory poked miserably at his practically untouched meal. For a doctor, he didn't take as much care for himself as for his patients, and often forgot to eat in pursuit of their well being. Maybe he had neglected Beatrice a little in the same way as himself ... Greg believed he would never get over her departure from his life. But circumstances proved otherwise; in fact, only moments after he thought so. Gregory glanced up idly as the door of the hotel swung open and let in a summer breeze. It brought with it a complete vision, a lovely woman that made his face go warm. He saw her eyes pass over his table along with the others, and even knowing that he had not been singled out did not stop him from going cherry pink. Greg dropped his fork, picked it up and began poking again as if he really was eating. If she wasn't looking before, she would now; and for all the wrong reasons!
Gregory poked miserably at his practically untouched meal. For a doctor, he didn't take as much care for himself as for his patients, and often forgot to eat in pursuit of their well being. Maybe he had neglected Beatrice a little in the same way as himself ... Greg believed he would never get over her departure from his life. But circumstances proved otherwise; in fact, only moments after he thought so. Gregory glanced up idly as the door of the hotel swung open and let in a summer breeze. It brought with it a complete vision, a lovely woman that made his face go warm. He saw her eyes pass over his table along with the others, and even knowing that he had not been singled out did not stop him from going cherry pink. Greg dropped his fork, picked it up and began poking again as if he really was eating. If she wasn't looking before, she would now; and for all the wrong reasons!