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Prelude · 9 October 06
“I’ve just turned onto Pantops road, I should be there in about 15 minutes or so”
“ok, that’s great! I’ll just meet you there then shall I?”
“Sure, whoever gets there first puts our name on the list and hopefully it shouldn’t take too long to get a table”
After snapping shut her phone, she quickly pulled on her boots, had a quick check in the mirror to make sure she was presentable – no need to go overboard on that one this evening – and gathered her things together to head out the door. All timings were approximate, fortunately, but still better to get there sooner rather than later. They were going to one of those places where every minute after six seemed to double the size of the waitlist.
She was both excited and nervous about this evening. It would be good to see Anna. It had been a while and they always had a good time together, even if sometimes they were too similar in mindset for their own good. When bad times loomed, it was empathy rather than an upbeat attempt to strive for cheeriness that was offered. Probably more gratefully accepted, but not necessarily the most constructive in the long run. Or such was their friend Harriet’s constant complaint, anyway.
The excitement was tempered by her nerves over the evening ahead, the discussion that she knew she must have. Initiate even, for Anna had no idea what was in the offing. Still, she knew it was time to come clean, to put her cards on the table as it were, about what had been happening in her life. There were so many factors to complicate that, not least the fact that the last time the topic had been under discussion, she had left Anna to labour under several misapprehensions. It had not seemed necessary to correct these at the time, the situation being seemingly at an end, something that she had to accept and allow to drift out of her life.
Things could not be more different now, however; and she knew that the longer she left this unspoken, the harder it would be to have this discussion.