Lisa met them at King’s Cross.
“You look wonderful, the pair of you,” she said, meeting them off the train. “Where’s your luggage? Is this everything?”
Annabel and Jim felt ashamed as they realised again that their two suitcases, each and Jim’s philodendron plant, amounted to everything they possessed in the world.
“Well, you don’t need possessions if you have money.”
“We don’t have any money either,” said Jim.
“I hope you don’t get up early,” she was ignoring Jim and addressing Annabel.
“I like to sleep in, but he’ll have to get up for work.”
“Don’t worry about him. He can butter his own toast. Now, let’s get a Ride, do you have the Ride
app? We have to get back, I’m throwing a party.”
“A party? Today?” Jim complained.
“Don’t worry, it’s not in your honour, it’s just business,”
