Night & Day (8)

 Mary came walking into the room with a tray of refreshments. Cold as well as hot. 'I will just place this down and bring in some food.' Mary placed the tray down on the table situated between Harriett's and Julian's chairs, right in front of the fire. The cold drinks would not stay cold for long.

Julian was still thinking of the owner of the singing. Maybe it was Mary singing as she made her way to the room. Yes, it must have been. Mary was making her way to the table with a tray full of sandwiches and cake. Julian thought he had never seen anything as nice and tempting. His stomach was agreeing with him.

'Thank you so much. You have a soft singing voice Mary. Very pleasant to hear after the unpleasantness of being outside.'

Mary looked at Julian with confusion. 'I am sorry sir, but I wasn't singing.' She chuckled at the thought. 'I do not think you would be saying that my voice was pleasant if you heard it.' Harriett started to laugh at this. 'Although I would never want to hurt you Mary, I have to agree.' They both looked at each other and laughed quietly.

Julian was perplexed. He looked at them both while they laughed. They seemed to share a true sense of their thoughts on Mary's singing. He sensed something else, but could not quite understand what it was. A connection between them, not shared by others......................