Chapter 12: SUCCESSION
Gertie finds the next matriarch
It was on a beautiful early spring Sunday morning Gertie approached the young woman that Jake had only admitted on the drive over to the starting point of their walk that he had invited one of his work colleagues and her two teenage children to join one of the monthly rambles that Gertie had designed for young families to participate in.
"She's from work, Gran, she's coming up with her two children, age early teens I think." Jake had said as he drove them to the meeting point. "She came into the print room enquiring about ideas to get her children to take more interest in their surroundings, become fitter and improve their appetites for more nutritious food. I suggested walking and camping, and thought that your 'Young Families Ramble' would be a gentle start for them. I don't think the children are very fit."
"And her husband can't make it?" Gertie delved further into the reasons behind inviting a woman from work to a country walk with mostly much younger families than teenagers.
"Not sure, he wasn't mentioned at all and I've since found from discreet enquiries they are separated and decree nisi issued a few months ago. Don't read anything into this Gran, she's just a --"
"Friend, Jake?" Gertie interjected.
"Well, a colleague, I have known her for a while, she's been working for the bank for perhaps ten years."
"Oh, would I know her?"
"I don't think so, but you may have heard of her as she was recently promoted to section head on the Bond Department."
"Remind me who that might be?"
"Gillian Moorhouse, although you might know her as--"
"Gillian Jarvis," Gertie interjected again. As Jake nodded his head while at the wheel, Gertie smiled. "Yes, I have heard of her, Jake. Highly regarded, she is, I understand."
"I wouldn't know, Gran, you know I don't take too much interest in what happens at the bank, especially at the moment ... I'm more concerned with what's going on at Winstone's."
"I know dear," Gertie tapped on his thigh affectionately. "Still, it's a lovely day for a walk, remarkably warm for this early time of year. Let's just enjoy the day and we can worry about work matters on Monday morning."
"Yes, Gran," Jake smiled, "this is much more important for our wellbeing."
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Gertie recognised the woman Jake had invited. Gillian Jarvis had been discussed in the bank's boardroom for further possible promotions. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, quite well put together, Gertie thought, and appropriately kitted out for the ramble and looked fit enough to cope with a more demanding hike. Then, when Gertie saw that she was alone, with both her two children occupied, one with his electronics gadget and the other with pushing along a double stroller containing twin babies, Gertie approached her.
"Hello," she started, "I'm Gertie, Jake's grandmother, you must be Gill. Are you and your children enjoying the walk so far?"
"Very much so," replied Gill, smiling pleasantly at the older lady, "You certainly have a mixed crowd taking part and all thoroughly enjoying themselves."
"We have a wide spectrum in the ramble group, some of them come out with us every month and others progress onto more challenging treks after a short while and they are replaced by new members. Hopefully, you and your children will come along next month?"
"I think we probably will," laughed Gill, realising that she was really enjoying the fresh air, the gentle pace of the walk and somewhat relieved that her children appeared to be having a good time with very little effort on her part. "It's just beautiful being able to get out in the fresh country air, and the exercise is something I really need, the gym just doesn't cut it compared to this."
The vista was lovely, a splash of yellow blossom, and white and yellow flowers in the fresh green hedgerow, topped off by an azure sky dotted with fluffy cotton wool clouds.
"I would like to be free to do this every weekend, to be honest," Gill said.
"Tell me if I am being nosy but," Gertie said quietly, linking her arm into Gill's and leaning in so as not to be overheard, "while my grandson Jake talks to me all the time, he never actually tells me much about himself and nothing at all about his private life, I see you do not have any rings on your left hand, so, to be blunt, are you going out with Jake?"