Relocation, Relocation, Relocation

Tom Young sighed in frustration. It was almost impossible to have a good old fashioned row with Tori. If she didn’t want to join in, she just turned her back on him so that she couldn’t ‘hear’ his ranting. He walked up to Tori and gently touched her shoulder, worried that he would see tears when she turned to him. Instead, she was wearing her stubborn look. He fought not to smile…she looked so cute when she was in that mood.

"I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to sound like it was out of the question. I just thought it would be a good idea to sit down and discuss it."

"What’s there to discuss? You seem to have made your mind up. You worry every time I leave this little flat because we’re in quite a busy town…although I’ve spent all my time in Oz in Sydney, and Coffs is a walk in the park, but then you decide I’m stupid for saying I want to go and live in The Glen, even though you agreed to take a look around."

But, Tori…I work here in Coffs."

"I know that, Tom. It’s not as if you’re with the rural fire service and on 24 hour call. You’re an ambo and have fixed shifts. You know how long it takes to drive from the Glen back to here, and it’s nothing compared to how far some people have to commute, and when you’re on late shift, it wouldn’t take as long. That’s the joy of the country…empty roads."

"Okay, say I agree. What would you do when I was working?"

"Hey, handsome, I can work anywhere, remember. I would also have a friend close by. I don’t know anyone here in Coffs."

Tom got up to put the kettle on for a cuppa. Tori had a point. She was all alone here but at the Glen there was Ceri and her sister, so she could visit with friends, and he had to admit that from the little he’d seen of it, The Glen was a beautiful work in progress.

He made the tea and took both cups back to the lounge room. "You win, sweetheart. On my next day off we’ll go out and speak with your friends."

Tori jumped up and kissed him before powering up her laptop. She had an important email to send…