Chapter Thirty-FourThe restaurant was rather busy that evening. However, as Agnes was looked upon more as a resident than a guest, there was always a table booked under her name.
“That was wonderful,” Agnes said, as the waiter cleared the table. “Please pass on our compliments to the chef.”
“I will indeed, madam,” he replied. “Would you like coffee?”
“Yes, please,” she replied.
She wasn't really bothered about having coffee, but she didn't want to leave the restaurant; not yet anyway. The buzz of the people around her was invigorating. Which, at the same time, made her wonder whether she would really be happy tucked away in that apartment she had viewed a few days ago. Was she ready for that kind of seclusion? Maybe Ben was right, after all; she did have everything she needed here at t
