Tuesday 17th OctoberAfter my porridge, I try to ring Humps. The house phone rings on and on. At last, he answers. “Hi, darling.”
“Oh, my darling. What happened yesterday? I’ve been so worried.” I say.
“Absolute chaos at the bank. We don’t know which way to turn.”
“Why? What’s happened?”
“I’d rather not talk about it on the phone, I’ll tell you all about it when I’m there.” His comment briefly reminds me of Zia not wanting to talk about important issues on the phone.
“Fine,” I say, relieved that he seems to feel the same about me. “I’ll have a nice dinner waiting for you. And Henry next door’s looking forward to having a chat and a drink with you.”
“Have to love you and leave you, darling. Must get to the bank. I might be able to come tomorrow evening, if things settle down at work.”
