"Stop fidgeting, Alan !" Kath rebuked, straightening his tie. She never called him Biff and that was one of the things he liked - no loved - about her. It was like being a different man. The front door, with its tasteful picture glass, opened in welcome. For the first time Biff could see how beautiful Kath would look in years to come as he stared into the humorous green eyes of Kath's mother.
"Hullo, dear," she greeted, kissing them both and causing Biff to blush. "Kath's told me so much about you, Alan, that you already feel like one of the family. Now you go on up while I fetch the tea."
Kath grinned as she took his hand and led him up the thickly carpeted stairs. It was a different world, was this house. He felt cocooned here, like nothing could hurt him again. This was what he wanted to be able to give Kath and has own kids, and by god he would too...but it would be the right way, the way Kath would be proud of. As he reached the door at the end of landing he ran his hands nervously through his blonde hair and tried not to swallow loudly. Kath caught one of those hands, squeezing it tightly in encouragement. Then, pushing open the glossy bedroom door, she walked quickly to her father's bed and planted a kiss on his sleepy cheek.
"Hi, Dad. Feeling better today? This is Alan..."
Biff stepped forward but his smile faded as eyes, the colour of summer skies, slowly opened and stared back at him. |
