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
