“About two?”
“I’ll see you then.”
*****
The bell hums and I cease from where my pacing is wearing a track in the carpet. I turn down the music a trifle, then open the door.
And she’s there, smiling and lovely, in the fur-lined boots and gloves I bought her in Finland, enfolded in a huge woollen shawl and with a scarf covering half her face. Poking out from under the shawl is one of the designer carrier bags she always has.
“You must be freezing. Come into the warm. Here, let me take your wrap.”
“Funny isn’t it,” she says. “It’s nothing like so cold as Helsinki if you read the thermometer, but that damp breeze…” She shivers. “Hope you don’t mind…” She looks sheepish as she slips off the boots and fishes low-heeled court shoes from her bag. In a shade of teal-green which matches the dr
