And she said: “Can I ask you something?”
And I said of course.
And she said: “When they moved you. I thought you were going to say something about me as well.”
Not angry. She said it the way you check a fact.
And I said something — I have tried about forty times to remember what and I cannot — and she nodded and said “yeah, no, fair enough” and went off towards the bags.
And I stood on that walkway at Carraig Bay with my hand luggage and could not move for about four seconds.
I thought you were going to say something about me as well.
She had been waiting. From the moment Kemi leaned down to me, that girl had been sitting there waiting to hear a sentence that never came.
And then she watched me get up and go.
And the two thousand Sundays, which I have put in here in one sentence and which I am going to do properly, because leaving them vague is the oldest trick I have.
