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I didn’t know what to do with myself for the rest of the day. Was I about to make a total prat of myself? Was I going to get hurt all over again? Or could I maintain a straight friendship with Liam? Hell, I didn’t even know his last name. All I knew was Liam Ulysses; the names just flowed off the tongue like warm honey. These, and many other questions, occupied my mind so much I barely read a word of my newspaper as I sat out in my back garden. The telephone woke me from my musings. I went back inside the house to answer it. I hadn’t got around to buying myself a cordless. “Ernest, darling!” It was Laurence. s**t! I’d forgotten to meet him for lunch! No doubt I’d get my ear chewed about being so inattentive. Though of course it was an entirely different matter when Laurence the Lovi