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.“If you could go away tomorrow, anywhere in the world, where would you go?” That’s easy!“The Hawaiian Islands,” I answer a little too eagerly.“Why?” Tristan asks his head cocked to the side.“Are you kidding me, the scenery, the amazing beaches, need I say more?” I squeak.Tristan chuckles at me.“Ok, I’ll give you that, it is beautiful,” he nods in agreement.“But?” he adds.How does he know there’s more?I glance shyly at him.“Tell me,” he croons.I take a deep breath.“Ok, I picked Hawaii because every since I was about eight years old, I’ve wanted to go watch the big surfing competition they hold there each winter.”“Why?” I can see Tristan is finding this quite amusing.“Ok, don’t laugh at me, but I kind of find the big waves fascinating, and the mad surfers who ride them even more fascinating.I mean, who does that? Who risks their life for the ultimate wave? I know it’s kind of stupid, but it doesn’t mean I'm not in awe when I watch them on T.V.I’ve always wanted to see it in real life you know, hear the roar of those gigantic waves, the wind in my face.” I shrug my shoulders and stare at my glass of wine, Tristan thinks it’s stupid I know he does.“Plus, they have a really amazing cuisine over there, I’d love to try the food and wine,” I add.“They do, do they?” he grins.I nod feeling excited.Maybe that can be our first holiday together?“Yes, they do,” I answer smartly, trying not to laugh.“I should have known you’d pick a place with great food,” he chortles.“Why would you say that?” I question.“Because you have a passion for food and cooking,” he simply says.“Yeah, I guess I have a thing for it, but it’s just a hobby.”“You said you never had a dream when you were a kid so I’m curious, if you could do or be anything you wanted, wake up tomorrow and you’re living that life, what would it be?”“Jesus Tristan I don’t know!” I say, feeling exasperated.How did this change from places to visit to life affirming questions?“Haven’t you ever thought about it?” He asks his voice low.“Well.no I haven’t,” I answer wondering where all this is going.“Ok, well I want to set you a challenge,” he tells me.I shake my head at him.“No, I have enough of those,” I answer darkly.“You do?” He says, his head cocked to the side in amusement.“Yes, George is forever setting me new challenges,” I say, rolling my eyes.“Like what?” He asks, evidently intrigued.“Trust me.You don’t want to know the answer to that one.” Tristan frowns and is quiet and contemplative for a moment then continues.“Ok, well not a challenge, but something I’d like you to think about.”“What do you want?” I ask gloomily.“It’s not bad Coral, relax.” He soothes.I feel my shoulders come back down from my ears.I take a deep breath.“Ok, shoot,” I blurt.Tristan chortles.“Ok, I’d like you to think about the question I asked.What would you do if you could, no questions asked and no excuses either? Money doesn’t matter so don’t think about that part of it.”“Um, ok, that sounds easy enough,” I answer, but I’m curious as to why he wants to know, then I realise – Crap! This has something to do with my job.“You.why do you want to know that?” I ask my voice wobbling slightly.“This has nothing to do with your job Coral,” he admonishes in a deep and powerful voice, freakily reading my mind again.“And I’m not going to keep repeating myself on that one, it’s a given.But I suppose the question I’m asking is to do with it, and whether you would choose to stay, or go for a different career?” He looks a little pissed at me.“Why are you so interested in what I do for a living?” I ask questioningly.“Because I think you’re wasting your talents.” He states.“You do?” I frown then snort sarcastically.“And what talent is that, may I ask?”“You’re a chef, a cook, a natural.I’m surprised you’ve hung onto your job for so long, and you haven’t left out of sheer boredom.” He says sarcastically.“What?” I scrutinise his face.“Most people who are creative, have creative talents like chefs, artists, writers, actors, dancers and so on.They are all artistic, creative personalities that are living their lives as they are meant to.You, on the other hand, are definitely creative, yet you sit at a desk everyday typing out what must seem like very mundane letters,” he says, gazing down at me.“I don’t just type letters,” I spit back at him.Tristan narrows his eyes at me.“I know you don’t,” he barks and runs a hand through his hair.“Look, I want the best for you, which means I want you to be truly happy in what you do.I want you to wake up every morning with a big smile on your face knowing that what you’re doing day in day out is what you truly love to do.” He says, sounding frustrated.“Oh!” I hadn’t thought of it like that - Too quick to jump the gun Coral! I mentally castigate myself.“Oh!” Tristan repeats my words back to me, when I look up, I see he’s smiling at me.“So you think you can do that?” He adds dryly.“Think about what I want to do?” I squeak.“Yes.” He states firmly.I frown back t him.I’m trying to work out if he’s right? I thought I would always be at Chester House right until I retired, but now Tristan’s said that, I don’t know what to think.Maybe that kind of stuff just isn’t for me?“I don’t know Tristan,” I say biting my lip, feeling the nerves creeping in.“What don’t you know?” He says, with a slight sigh.“I just…I just think some things are best left alone,” I answer begrudgingly.“Like what?” he asks.I sigh inwardly.“Like.look, I never [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“If you could go away tomorrow, anywhere in the world, where would you go?” That’s easy!“The Hawaiian Islands,” I answer a little too eagerly.“Why?” Tristan asks his head cocked to the side.“Are you kidding me, the scenery, the amazing beaches, need I say more?” I squeak.Tristan chuckles at me.“Ok, I’ll give you that, it is beautiful,” he nods in agreement.“But?” he adds.How does he know there’s more?I glance shyly at him.“Tell me,” he croons.I take a deep breath.“Ok, I picked Hawaii because every since I was about eight years old, I’ve wanted to go watch the big surfing competition they hold there each winter.”“Why?” I can see Tristan is finding this quite amusing.“Ok, don’t laugh at me, but I kind of find the big waves fascinating, and the mad surfers who ride them even more fascinating.I mean, who does that? Who risks their life for the ultimate wave? I know it’s kind of stupid, but it doesn’t mean I'm not in awe when I watch them on T.V.I’ve always wanted to see it in real life you know, hear the roar of those gigantic waves, the wind in my face.” I shrug my shoulders and stare at my glass of wine, Tristan thinks it’s stupid I know he does.“Plus, they have a really amazing cuisine over there, I’d love to try the food and wine,” I add.“They do, do they?” he grins.I nod feeling excited.Maybe that can be our first holiday together?“Yes, they do,” I answer smartly, trying not to laugh.“I should have known you’d pick a place with great food,” he chortles.“Why would you say that?” I question.“Because you have a passion for food and cooking,” he simply says.“Yeah, I guess I have a thing for it, but it’s just a hobby.”“You said you never had a dream when you were a kid so I’m curious, if you could do or be anything you wanted, wake up tomorrow and you’re living that life, what would it be?”“Jesus Tristan I don’t know!” I say, feeling exasperated.How did this change from places to visit to life affirming questions?“Haven’t you ever thought about it?” He asks his voice low.“Well.no I haven’t,” I answer wondering where all this is going.“Ok, well I want to set you a challenge,” he tells me.I shake my head at him.“No, I have enough of those,” I answer darkly.“You do?” He says, his head cocked to the side in amusement.“Yes, George is forever setting me new challenges,” I say, rolling my eyes.“Like what?” He asks, evidently intrigued.“Trust me.You don’t want to know the answer to that one.” Tristan frowns and is quiet and contemplative for a moment then continues.“Ok, well not a challenge, but something I’d like you to think about.”“What do you want?” I ask gloomily.“It’s not bad Coral, relax.” He soothes.I feel my shoulders come back down from my ears.I take a deep breath.“Ok, shoot,” I blurt.Tristan chortles.“Ok, I’d like you to think about the question I asked.What would you do if you could, no questions asked and no excuses either? Money doesn’t matter so don’t think about that part of it.”“Um, ok, that sounds easy enough,” I answer, but I’m curious as to why he wants to know, then I realise – Crap! This has something to do with my job.“You.why do you want to know that?” I ask my voice wobbling slightly.“This has nothing to do with your job Coral,” he admonishes in a deep and powerful voice, freakily reading my mind again.“And I’m not going to keep repeating myself on that one, it’s a given.But I suppose the question I’m asking is to do with it, and whether you would choose to stay, or go for a different career?” He looks a little pissed at me.“Why are you so interested in what I do for a living?” I ask questioningly.“Because I think you’re wasting your talents.” He states.“You do?” I frown then snort sarcastically.“And what talent is that, may I ask?”“You’re a chef, a cook, a natural.I’m surprised you’ve hung onto your job for so long, and you haven’t left out of sheer boredom.” He says sarcastically.“What?” I scrutinise his face.“Most people who are creative, have creative talents like chefs, artists, writers, actors, dancers and so on.They are all artistic, creative personalities that are living their lives as they are meant to.You, on the other hand, are definitely creative, yet you sit at a desk everyday typing out what must seem like very mundane letters,” he says, gazing down at me.“I don’t just type letters,” I spit back at him.Tristan narrows his eyes at me.“I know you don’t,” he barks and runs a hand through his hair.“Look, I want the best for you, which means I want you to be truly happy in what you do.I want you to wake up every morning with a big smile on your face knowing that what you’re doing day in day out is what you truly love to do.” He says, sounding frustrated.“Oh!” I hadn’t thought of it like that - Too quick to jump the gun Coral! I mentally castigate myself.“Oh!” Tristan repeats my words back to me, when I look up, I see he’s smiling at me.“So you think you can do that?” He adds dryly.“Think about what I want to do?” I squeak.“Yes.” He states firmly.I frown back t him.I’m trying to work out if he’s right? I thought I would always be at Chester House right until I retired, but now Tristan’s said that, I don’t know what to think.Maybe that kind of stuff just isn’t for me?“I don’t know Tristan,” I say biting my lip, feeling the nerves creeping in.“What don’t you know?” He says, with a slight sigh.“I just…I just think some things are best left alone,” I answer begrudgingly.“Like what?” he asks.I sigh inwardly.“Like.look, I never [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]