11
Winter seemed to be arriving early with three blustery days of wind and rain. Paul’s nightmares continued and were taking a toll.
Mid-morning, the sun came out and flooded through the side window of Paul’s office. He couldn’t wait for lunchtime to escape into the park next door. He seldom ate there, but today he’d make an exception.
For once, he accepted Sister O’Reilly’s offer to order his lunch when she ordered her own. When his Cornish pasty and fruit arrived he headed outside. Glorious. Now if only there was no one seated in the sunny spot.
He strolled across the park and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Someone was there. He changed direction and stopped. Wasn’t that Joy Wong? If so, it was another coincidence. The coincidences in his life were multiplying. He hovered, undecide
