I parked on the road outside the warehouse rather than driving in, in case the security guy did his rounds and became suspicious of a car parked there in the middle of the night. I grabbed my sleeping bag and pillow, and using the torch on my mobile phone, I trod down the path to the back of the warehouse.
The night was still, a lone owl hooted. The whoosh of traffic on the motorway wafted over on the breeze. With some fumbling, I unlocked the warehouse door. Frida was sitting bolt upright in her sleeping bag, eyes wide with apprehension in the dim glow of the kerosene lamp.
I threw my sleeping bag and pillow on the ground. ‘My marriage just broke up, so I thought I'd spend the night here until I decide what I'm going to do.’
Frida looked bewildered. ‘It broke up, just like that?'
'It'
