Colin’s voice brought Martin out of his funk; he’d been dazedly sitting on the sofa. He rose to his feet.
“What’s wrong?” they both asked at the same time.
Colin hugged Martin to him. “You sounded ill on the phone, and the blood, God, Martin, you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just thought you were ringing up to cancel today.” Martin fought hard to keep hold of his emotions.
“Cancel, why would I want to cancel?”
“I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting anyone to ring, no one ever does, and when,” Martin sniffed, “and when I heard your voice and you were saying that you were sorry, well, I, I…” Martin lost the battle, the dam broke.
“Hush, love. Please Martin, please it’s okay. I got your number out of the phonebook, I’d forgotten what time you wanted me to come over. There, there, it’s okay, love, I’
