He’d never realised
he had such good friends, or that human nature could be so generous. Or maybe
he’d just never dared believe it so.
“We should put
up a board outside the shop,” Lee said quietly. “Let people know we’re all
okay, and will re-open.”
“I think the gang
are giving enough entertainment at the moment,” Patrick said with a smile.
“Perhaps when the work moves wholly indoors.” He took a deeper draught of the
tea and felt almost relaxed. He wondered if it was delayed shock from the
explosion and all the chaos that’d ensued. But he sat here beside Lee as if in
a bubble, perched on a rickety chair on the pavement outside a German baker’s
in the middle of Soho, while the world’s shoppers, diners, overseas visitors,
office workers, delivery men, and tradespeople passed unnoticed around him—and
his amazingly diverse group of friends worked their arses off to give him his
life and livelihood back.
“How are you