Chapter 25
Isla January 2005 At seeing the disheartening, sombre windows of Abigail's home, it happens to me, not interestingly, that she has nobody to welcome her after such a day, nobody to have put the warming on or prepared a hot dinner, nobody to pour her a beverage and say, Hey, how was it? Not that I have that here, but rather I had it in London. Patrick was not my sweetheart, but rather he was my companion, and I'm starting to feel that is a higher priority than anything – to have a companion who is, basically, there, in a relaxed, commonplace way. In any case, Patrick will discover love, obviously. He will continue. What did Eliza have? I wonder. No companion in Pierce, that is, without a doubt. She had Abigail – or did she? How obvious a companion was this lady sitting close to m
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