““I’m sorry,” he said, and sounded it. “I still don’t know what happened. Forgive me?” I tried to make light of it. “Nothing to forgive. You had a fright. Not surprising, really. She’s not the sort of thing you see every day.” “What she did to me was… Well, I can’t explain it, not even after a whole night trying to work it out. I’m done in today.” “Me too. Where did you stay in the end?” “Just a mate’s house. I’d like to come home, though.” “I’ll cook steak and salad.” Well, ...he’d have the steak. I’d just have the salad. “I’ll be home around seven. Got a meeting at five thirty.” That night I had the dream again. This time, I stood on the dusty road with the sun beating down on me. I should have worn a hat, I thought, as I touched my burning head.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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