Was that the last train from London?" I'm afraid.
Where do you want to go ?
"Nowhere.It doesn't matter" I said. I lookup and down the station and waited for five minutes or so. There was no sing of Linda. She'd missed the train or had decided not to come after all.
Was she still angry with me and had decided to make me wait?
There was nothing I could do about that.
I phone the flat in London from a public phoned Melissa.
Her answer phone was on and I left a message for Linda to ring me at the pub.