Chapter 11Angela
The morning after the night before was not what I expected. I felt no remorse, no regret, no strangeness. I woke and allowed the fuzzed memories from the evening to bring me to consciousness. When I pulled these thoughts into sensible pictures, I remembered vividly. I squirmed and smiled. It had been amazing. Totally amazing.
It also meant that I finally had all the compartments in my life in a nice, neat order. We were rocking the final year project, everything in Manchester was neatly parceled up and tidy, I would meet with my old pals in Scotland at the end of term, walk in the Highlands again, get a job somewhere new and now my pesky relentless s****l appetite had a fabulous and easy outlet. Life was good.
I liked the order of it all. No edges were blurred at all. N
