Eighteen
Anna was sitting at a table by the window when Paul arrived at the coffee shop. She had chosen the Brasilia, on North Terrace, across from the entrance into City Park. He knew it had been her favourite spot for meeting Josie for coffee, before they set out on their walks in City Park. She waved as he entered. He walked over and kissed her on the cheek, without paying any attention to the young man, in dark glasses, sipping a coffee at the table opposite the entrance.
‘What are you having?’
‘A skinny latte.’
He walked over to the counter and ordered, before joining her at the table.
‘It’s been a while, Paul. How are you doing?’
‘I thought I was doing okay, until I walked in here.’ He worked on suppressing the tears threatening to escape, and failed. They started sliding silen
