Michael
My mobile rings. It’s James.
“Hi, it’s me. I’m running late, and I’ll not be back for a while. Can you pick up Charlotte from the office to get her home?”
“’Course I can. I’m only at the centre anyway. It’s barely out of my way.”
“Thanks. Catch you later.”
*****
At Haswell Building I head straight through the lobby for the elevator, pressing the button to bring it down.
And then, in the way of life, stand gazing into nothing as I wait.
The girl on the desk….
Familiar….
“Sorry to seem rude, but do we know each other?”
Her face should be pale against dark hair, but she’s crimson. “Um…. yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with your friend, James.”
Three years ago?
With James?
Ah….
“Debbie. That was it, wasn’t it?”
The blush, if anything, grows brighter as she
