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It’s Friday and there’s a good chance I’ll find Kris at the Club. I wander in, order a drink and wait. Jeannie appears at my side. “Hi, Michael. All by yourself?” Once of a day, this would have been sheer catnip to me, but now I shrug it away. You’re lovely, but you’re not Charlotte…. “No, sorry Jeannie. I’m waiting for someone.” Which of course, I am…. She makes a little moue of disappointment and after a couple of minutes of polite chit-chat wanders off in search of more promise. moueAnd I wait… Sure enough, after half an hour or so, he arrives. I drift into the background shadows at the back of the bar-room, watching to see where he goes. When I’m satisfied that I know where he’s headed, I knock back the remains of my drink and take the back-corridor…. ***** I have a few odds