Chapter 8
It’s nine o’clock on this warm Tuesday morning, and the pace slackens from yesterday’s sprint to something more like a power walk. I’m wearing emerald green today. Not grass green or olive green but a clear brilliant emerald loose fitting top over a black skirt. I have managed with the help of a magic marker-pen to doctor-up my boots, so there is no sign of last night’s scratch. I think I have done a good job and I thought I’d wear emerald to celebrate. Emerald is said to be a calming and inspirational colour. I’m not sure why, because this emerald is flamboyant. I like that about it.
There is a group of us from the office grabbing a coffee from Café Yellow and chatting with Jono the barista. It is more like chatting to ourselves with Jono listening in.
This busy, funky café,
