“So… there’s nothing else? Is that it? The end of all your ambitions? Tormenting me for as long as it lasts and filling your room with pointless bling?”
Silent, she gazes at me, blinking rapidly.
“Solana?”
Still, she says nothing.
Then abruptly, she flings what’s left of her lunch into the water. Retrieving her bag, she rises from her seat….
“Sola…”
…. turns and leaves, vanishing into the dark passage.
And the lights blink out.
*****
James
Richard sips the last of his breakfast coffee, craning his neck to see that the women are out of the room. “I think we can agree that having Kirstie’s wedding crop up so conveniently is a blessing. Under the circumstances, what I think we should do, is to try to return to some kind of normality. Yes, Mitch is expecting a baby. Yes, the father
