Chapter 3

“Erm, not really,” Martin said, knowing his answer wasn’t true, but what else could he say?

“I wouldn’t mind reading the programme to you if you like. Might be fun to see what’s on.”

“No, don’t worry about it. But thanks for the offer, it’s appreciated.” Martin would rather not know what plays he wouldn’t be going to see.

“If you’re sure. Gosh, is that the time? Listen, mate, I’ll have to be making a move. I’ve got to do my gift buying for the folks back in London.” Colin pronouncing it Larndon. “Though with me being off tomorrow, I suppose I could do it then.”

“Might not be as crowded during the day,” Martin observed.

“Yeah.”

Martin heard Colin moving his TV dinner table, the spoon rattling in the now empty soup bowl. He stood up to say goodbye to his visitor. To Martin’s surprise and sheer delight, Colin wrapped his arms around him, treating him to a hug.

“I’ve really enjoyed myself.”

“Me too,” Martin said, breathlessly returning the hug.