Sunday serialisation – Knight after Knight, 3.1

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In Knight & Deigh, Hannice Knight suffered a back injury that left him without the use of his legs. Sophie Deigh, physiotherapist and recent widow, devoted herself to supporting him.

As Hannice’s body recovered, he became ever closer to Sophie, and soon they found themselves in a relationship they had neither anticipated nor intended, and for which neither was fully prepared.

A bump in the Knight followed Hannice as he juggled business, hedonism, marriage and ultimately parenthood.

Knight after Knight is the third and final part of the Hannice Knight story. Starting after the marriage of Hannice and Sophie’s only son, David to Jess, the only child of Jason and Noelani Reeves of Hawaii, it traces the Knight family’s progression through the generations.


Knight after Knight. Chapter three, part one.

Pepu had obviously seen us walking up the driveway and opened the door for us as soon as we arrived.

“Where’s Jen?” I asked.

“In the kitchen, Sir, making dinner.”

“Don’t stop her,” Sophie said, “we’ll go in and talk with her.”

“Is there a problem, Mrs Knight?”

“No, far from it, Pepu. You remember she said she wants to train as a dietitian?”

“Yes.”

“Well, our doctor said his woman wants to go through our diet with Jen, to make sure we’re getting everything we need—”

“And to make sure we don’t put on too much weight,” I interrupted.

“That, too,” Sophie agreed, “but she also teaches dietetics at the local college.”

Pepu seemed delighted for his wife and accompanied us to the kitchen, where Jen was busily chopping carrots.

“You want to see what I’m making for you, Sir?” she asked.

“Happy to,” I said, “but that’s not why we’re here. Our doctor – you met him for your medicals – wants his dietitian to have a chat with you.”

“What for, Sir?”

“To give you some advice about our diets. Apparently, we are now so old that we have to worry about these things.”

“Am I not looking after you well, Sir?”

“Yes, of course you are. This is more about making sure we don’t overeat or eat things that aren’t best for us. Anyway, she’ll come here for a chat, and – here’s the thing – she is not only a registered dietitian, she also teaches dietetics at the local college and may be willing to enrol you in her present class, or in her new one next term.”

“That’s very kind, Sir, but how would I get to the college?”

“I’ve heard that your husband is quite a good driver, Jen,” I said.

“Would you allow him the time to drive me there and back, Sir?”

“I’ll do more than that – I’ll even let him use the 4×4, although I may give him something to do while you are having your lessons.”

“Sir,” Pepu said, “what if I could find an estate management course that runs at the same time as Jen’s course?”

“I’d encourage you do take it.”

“But, Sir…”

“Yes, and I’ll pay for it.”

“Thank you, Sir. I will look.”

“Jen, the doctor’s dietitian will come here to see you sometime in the next couple of days. I don’t know, but I think she’s going to be asking you to keep sugar and salt to a minimum and avoid saturated fats. Now, I know nothing about cooking, but I don’t think we do too badly for those things, do we?”

“I have been trying for flavour and variety, Sir. It may be that I use too much of the things you mention. If so, I am truly sorry.”

“No need for that now. Let’s wait and see what she says, shall we? But when she comes, please do be completely honest with her. She isn’t coming to judge you, she’s coming mainly to help us. And even if she says that she isn’t happy with anything, it won’t mean your job here isn’t safe. You’re here to stay, young lady. So; how do you feel about training as a dietitian?”

“Very excited, Sir. I do my best now, but if I can be better, to repay you and Mrs Knight for all your kindness to us, well – I’ll do anything.”

“Thank you, Jen. We’ll leave you to carry on with your work. Smells delicious, by the way.”

And it was. Delicious, that is.

 

 

 

 

 

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