Graham
Oh! My! God! I must have stood there, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish for a couple of minutes as Will’s statement sank into my thick head. Will loved me! William Thomson loved me! But why had he waited till now to tell me? Why did he say it just before running off to catch his plane?
“Is everything all right, sir?” some uniformed bloke asked.
“Uh, um, yeah.” Though course it wasn’t.
“Would you either go through the line or move aside, please?”
I realised I was blocking other people from going through the barrier.
It all suddenly got too much. The noise, the bustling people, Will’s comments. I had to find a seat and sit down. So I picked up my airline bag and found a bench. s**t, what do I do?” I rubbed at my face, I still couldn’t get my head round what Will had said
