Chapter Twenty-Three
Summer 2000
Gemma was stunned when Greg called her. She thought he must be psychic because she was thinking about him at that very moment. How they’d parted.
“Greg!” she said. My God, it was really him!
“Hi Gemma, how are you?”
“I’m…well I’m really happy to hear your voice. Is everything OK? There’s nothing wrong is there?”
“I’m fine, yes.” He paused. “I…I wondered if maybe…”
She didn’t let him finish.
“Listen Greg, I’d love to show you around London!” Gemma told him. “You could come down for the weekend and we can do all the tourist stuff! We can do the Tower; and St Paul’s. What about this weekend?”
“This weekend?” Greg said, sounding surprised, but happy. “Well…I’ve got some stuff to finish for my term paper – but I only need a few hours. I suppose I can ge
