Page 47 of A Midlife Marriage

It was hours later,cocooned within the floral sanctuary of her bedroom, lit by a mauve moonlight, that Kay opened her phone and began typing.

If you’re ready to meet. I am too.

Goose’s responsecame through five minutes later.

I would like that. Can you make tomorrow? Do you have anywhere in mind?

Tomorrow is fine. You choose.

She lether phone drop and lay back on her pillow. Everyone was moving on, her son, her father, Caro, Helen, Marianne. If she didn’t get started, if she didn’t take a first step, she really would be left alone, stranded on a lonely hill, scanning the horizon for any sign of life.

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Kay: Thanks for your gift, girls. It arrived a few days ago.

Caro: You tried it?

Kay: And hidden it now in a safe place. Very safe.

Helen: Hidden?

Kay: What on earth would I say to Alex if he found it?!

Helen : Does he usually go through your knicker drawer.

Kay: I’m not taking the risk.

Helen: So, how’s everything going Caro? Are you ready?

Caro:

Helen: How’s Tinder going, @Kay

Kay: I’m meeting someone tomorrow actually. First time.

Helen : Really? Name? Age?

Caro: What does he do?

Helen: Has he still got hair?

Kay: I don’t know.

Helen: Let me guess? He’s wearing a baseball cap in every photo?

Kay: There are no photos

Caro: WHAT?

Kay: It’s just a silhouette. And his name is Goose.

Helen: Are you serious?

Caro: You’re not really going to meet someone without knowing what they look like?

Kay: Why not? People get married at first sight. They made a TV show from it.

Helen: I knew you’d be watching too much Netflix. Caro’s right. You shouldn’t do this. If he’s anonymous, there will be a reason, and it won’t be good.

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