I was first out of the library Friday afternoon. I wanted to get home, eat, and catch the bus to Leeds.
“Lucy, I’m home!” I never tired of saying that. “Hope you’re all ready to go?”
“I’m all packed.”
We each had a bacon sandwich, made sure everything in the house was cleared away, and all the doors and windows were locked. After leaving a key with Paul and Helen, in case of emergencies, we were off.
“That was the seat,” Mark said, looking at a bench as we waited in the bus station.
I knew he was referring to the place where he’d sat when he first arrived in town.
“You okay?” I squeezed his elbow.
“I am, now I’m with you.”
I wished I could take him in my arms and kiss him. Of course I couldn’t, it being a busy thoroughfare in the centre of town. I hope the glance I gave him showe
