“I can try his line again for you. He was in a meeting though. Hold on.” The line went dead for a second, and then the silence was replaced by some orchestral music. Kay sat and pensively chewed her bottom lip with the handset pressed to her ear. An odd thought came to her quite randomly. She imagined Lee walking past, coming from the left of where she now sat, heading for the train home, as he did most days, wearing that same unsmiling expression of indifference that she knew so well on her husband’s face; walking quickly, expecting the world to get out of his way. Suddenly Kay’s phone sounded a warning beep. The battery was low. Oh great.
Come on Roger, she urged. She saw the scenario again in her mind: Lee walking past, barging his way through, ignorant of anyone around him, glaring at
