It was darker inside and I stood at the door waiting for my eyes to adjust. I was looking for a woman on her own but there were none so I thought she must not be there yet. Nervous as I was I never thought Wendy would not turn up, she had come half way around the world for this meeting after all. I walked toward the bar and as I approached it I looked at a table with two women at it. The one who was facing me was a dead set image of Wendy. That is of Wendy when she was nineteen.
I must have stared because she looked up and said "David?" It was Wendy's voice too.
I was stunned. This was Wendy nineteen years ago. She had not aged a day. I struggled for words but couldn't find any, and I just stood there staring.
The other woman at the table turned around and said "David, you made it." Thi
