Chapter Five“Right then,” Ann wheeled herself towards the door, “let's do lunch.”
The business school's refectory was significantly smaller than the main campus's but after complaining about disabled rights access to a security guard, Ann managed to bag them prime seats next to the jacket potato station. A group of students chuntered as they waited for the man at the kiosk to load their potatoes with beans. “Bloody airy-fairy English students taking over.”
Juliette was hovering with her tray of spaghetti bolognese.
“Are you going to sit down dear?” Evelyn pulled out the last empty chair.
“I-I'm having lunch with someone … sorry.”
Ben appeared in the doorway, looking for her. Juliette wandered off, as the others exchanged glances.
“Is it my imagination or are things between those two
