He felt such a surge of relief go through him that he was certain she was going to see it.
“It’s probably better. It wouldn’t be fair on you.”
She sighed deeply. It sounded like she was holding back tears.
“I know. Not you either. I’ll miss you though,” she said with a squeeze of his arm before pulling her hand back. “When you do get over this… this trauma, make sure you let me know?”
“You’ll be the first to know,” he said with a smile although that was a downright lie. She would be one of the last to know – hopefully.
She sighed again but more cheerfully.
“There won’t be anybody quite like you.” She stared past him for a moment, then turned to look at him again and said: “Sure we’ll still see each other. I’ll still come to see the band play.”
Oh joy.
“How exactly do you know Donal
