I had a pleasant walk to work the next morning. Spring had definitely sprung. The tubs of flowers, which the Council had put out in the high street, were coming into bloom. The plants Mark had bought for our garden were also doing well. He spent ages tending to them, and they were responding to his ministrations. The lawn was also looking much healthier than I’d ever seen it.
I entered the library, signed in and chatted with a few members of staff. Amazingly Mary was in early.
“How was your Bank Holiday?” I asked, wondering how she was holding up.
“Not bad.” She smiled. “I think I might get back with Jerry.”
“Oh?”
I didn’t know whether Jerry had softened his stance on homosexuality or if Mary had just decided that they would go on despite Jerry’s views. I hoped for the former, but it
