He knew that the apartment he’d borrowed for the weekend was only a half hour’s walk away and that whether he took a taxi or walked, he was going to need a shower and a change of clothes before he met her, his ex-girlfriend and the reason for this trip. He had not seen her for twenty five years and his stomach churned with butterflies at the thought of meeting up again.
“What is going to happen? Am I wasting my time? Does she regret taking the teaching job in Istanbul all those years back? Would she forgive me the unfortunate incident over the unwrapped Oxo® Cubes I’d left, rather pathetically, in her sponge bag?” Apparently Turkish Customs and Excise had detained her for several hours when they found them. “Will we get on after this enforced break? Will she want my body? What on earth will she do with it? And why am I asking myself daft questions out loud in public like this?”