Then Dexter had gone travelling again. When he was away, Emma wrote him long letters. He usually replies on postcards.
'We're just pen pals now, 'Emma told herself. 'We'll never be anything more to each other.'
Emma got a job in a pub for a while, but living with her parents was killing her mind. When an old friend phoned and offered her a job in his theatre group, she'd accepted it immediately. But now, after three months, Emma hated the theatre group.
'I don't want to be here making a difference,' she thought. 'I want to be in Rome. I want to be with Dexter Mayhew.'
Emma made herself continue with her letter