THE COFFEE DATE WITH Andy had gone both well and not so well.
An hour into it, Andy asked, ‘How are you? Really?’
Those alert brown eyes challenged her to lie.
Cornered, Bonita’s almond-shaped, hazel eyes blinked back the tears. She swept her hair away from her face in a nervous gesture.
‘He’s left me.’
Her voice was so soft and so low that, at first, Andy thought she must have misheard, so she asked again.
‘Did you say he left you?’
Bonita hung her head, fighting back her tears, in reply.
‘I’m so sorry.’
They were at a loss for words after that. A brief pause followed so they could both collect themselves.
When Bonita finally found her voice again, she asked, ‘Still want to look after Megan on the weekend?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘I’ll drop her off on Friday night then I’ll pick he
