‘I have something important –’ ‘Not now,’ said Carolyn, and flashed her new Breitling watch. ‘Meet me at Le-Petite around five.’ She cycled away and tinkled her bell. ‘Still waiting,’ toned Maurice. He lifted my cup. ‘Another coffee?’ ‘No.’ I paid him and stared out the window. Carolyn’s Diamond watch niggled me.
We worked out at weekends in Bros Gym, where people ogled her glowing appeal. Lately, without an explanation, she would disappear for days. No calls. Was it my business? I dare not ask. But today! She was never late. I was going to New York. Would she come along?