He loomed large in her mind and it comforted her. The new 'normal' dug in and reasserted itself.“Are you sure you are okay hun?” asked Linda watch...ing her daughter.“Just a bit tired. Think I'll have a lie down after tea. I have to read the firm's manual and do some work online.Linda clucked sympathy. “Of course it's been a big day for you. You're probably exhausted.“Thanks, mum” they had always got on and Michelle didn't want that to change.They finished their meal, chatted for a bit and. Six thirty-five. Maybe she had been held up or, maybe, she had changed her mind. Taking the drink I ordered at the bar, I sat at a small table. After a while, I became aware of a man looking across at me. He smiled and I half smiled back and then let my eyes focus on my drink. He stood and walked over to my table."Hello," he said, with a big smile, "I am Frank." Hello," I said, half heartedly."May I join you?" I am waiting for someone," I replied."I thought so," he said , "He is late?"I look. Saturday evening, I'll end the relationship, she vowed. I want some goldurned excitement in my life.Friday morning while Leah was working on her book, her office door opened again, but her friend, Grace Boswell, walked in, not Paul."Am I interrupting?" Grace said."Yes, but that never stopped you before," Leah said, returning her friend's smile.Grace settled into a chair and said, "Too true. I ran into Paul. He told me his side of the ... ah, disagreement. I thought I'd drop by and hear your. Newcastle station itself is a dull dreary place, loud and unexciting. But there was one constalation: the toilets. Since there was a 35 minute transfer time inbetween our trains, I told my friend I had to ‘go for a slash’. I left her on platform 5 with a coffee and made my way to the bogs. I never have high expectations as mostly they are used by the normal transfer croud doing the normal business that toilets were intended for. Entering the bogs, there was a guy in the cubicle and an older.