Chapter 6: Training
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“I thought you were going to be gone a couple of months?” Georgia asked as she returned with two cups of water, offering one to Helen.
“Job was quicker than we thought,” Helen took the cup and took a swig. “Raj has stayed behind to tidy things up, but it didn’t need two of us.”
“So, you thought you’d come to my rescue again!” Georgia laughed, took off her glasses and began to clean them.
“I was in the neighbourhood,” Helen winked. “Really, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to squash Martin. Sadistic little prick. You do need to be able to defend yourself, though,” she stood up and offered Georgia her hand. “It’s important, even if you are only in the office.”
“What about Colin?” Georgia asked as she put her cup down on the edge of the ring and allowed herself to be led to some mats.
“What about him?”
“He can’t really defend himself. Not in the traditional way.”
“All the more reason to get you trained, then.”
She straightened the mat with her foot and clicked her neck.
“I don’t want to focus on what you can’t do. I want to focus on what you can,” Helen said confidently. “I would never have known you couldn’t see if you hadn’t said, you cover that extremely well.”
“It’s a defense,” Georgia said. “People can’t see you as vulnerable. But it does limit me. More so because I don’t *look* disabled. People don’t think I need help, so they don’t offer, or they don’t believe me when I try to explain. Getting places to socialise is really hard, especially when it’s somewhere new. I don’t really get invited anymore.” She smiled awkwardly. “I mean it doesn’t matter. I hate people anyway!” She grinned.
“Me too,” Helen bounced on her toes as though preparing to pounce, then stopped. “Do you have a white stick?”
“Yes, but I don’t use it,” Georgia admitted. “When I do people look at me like ‘what do you need a stick for’ or sometimes they deliberately get in my way to prove I’m not blind.”
“You should walk straight into them,” Helen said firmly. “Those people don’t deserve manners. Get your stick, I’ll teach you to fight with it.
“No one said you should train her,” Raj said as he refilled Helen’s glass.
“They said I should protect her,” Helen responded without hesitation. “There’s no better way to do that than to teach her to defend herself.”
“As long as that’s all it is,” Raj observed as he studied her.
“What else would it be?”
“You can’t get attached to them, you know.”
“Oh please, how long have I been doing this?” Helen rolled her eyes.
“This is different and you know it.”
“At least I’ll always have you to tell me if my judgement’s been compromised.”
“Yes, you will. There’s the target.”
The conversation was over, he was out of the car and moving on the tall smartly dressed man as he made his way into the garage.
Helen sighed, pulled a handgun from the glove compartment, checked the clip and followed him.
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The Duplicate Affair
Written by C H Clepitt
Copyright Claire Evans 2019.
This is a work of fiction. All persons, places and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarities to persons, living or deceased, places of business or residence or actual events is purely coincidental.