Monday saw Sally using skills as a facilitator that she must have learned from some self-help book. She did it very well, I thought, and seemed delighted to be putting theory into practice. Using the cat pepper grinder as a “talking stick” was brilliant, as were the cat salt and peppers themselves. Oh yes, I googled them, hoping they were available for sale but I couldn’t find them.
The evening of speaking openly and freely hasn’t really improved anything for Michelle and Ryan but that’s not Sally’s fault. Things became remarkably worse quickly, with Tracy pregnant and with Tracy and Ryan both moving in with Steve and Michelle (and Amy – where’s she?). I don’t think I can bear watching hijinks in a ‘blended’ McDonald-Connor household and can only pray it ends quickly.
All kinds of stuff happened, including Lewis going walkabout from the train on which he and Audrey were returning to England. Audrey decided to face the gossip and attend Emily’s birthday party that was being held at the café during Mary’s Russian Night extravaganza. Gail decided to suck it up and give her mother moral support by going with her to the Bistro’s “competition”.
I knew Lewis would return to Audrey and, as Lara’s Theme from Dr. Zhivago played and Norris (the Weatherfield branch of the KGB as Nick put it) grilled Audrey, I waited for the door to blow open and Lewis, preferably wearing a big fur hat, to blow in. Alas, it didn’t happen. Instead, Audrey told Norris the truth, as she feared it might be, and she and Gail left. She groused about being a fool and her leopard not having changed his spots after all.
She didn’t notice the black car parked on the street by Gail’s house. She didn’t notice the driver in it – Lewis, of course. Although the windows of the car appeared to be rolled up, he seemed to have heard what she said. And he drove off. And, like Lara, my heart broke.