Sleep was difficult to find that night. Every time he thought of losing Frank his eyes welled with tears. Even the following morning he awoke with eyes crusted over by the tears he’d cried in his sleep.
He dressed and went across to eat breakfast in the pub dining room, a space with four brown, laminated wood tables arranged in two sets of two and ringed by an assortment of plastic chairs. On his way, he noticed that Frank’s car was gone. If he never saw Frank again, it would be his own fault.
After breakfast he returned to his room, brushed his teeth, and sat down at his desk. He sighed as he looked at all the blank programme sheets that would have to be filled in before Term Two began, in a fortnight. Knowing he was getting paid for his holidays made things a little easier to bear and
