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I saw Her
Drink this Mr Smith, said Mr dunya. He handed Tom a glass of strong brandy slowly.
How-how did it happen? He asked.
A car accident. Miss Thomson was drivihg along a dangerous road.no one knows what happen. Her car went off the road and frll doen the hillside.
Yesterday evening? Tom asked.
I beg your pardon?
The accident-it happened yesterday evening?
Dunya looked at him.
Mr Smith,the accident happen a week ago- last Sunday to be exact. She been away to Bursa for the weekend and..
But that’s impossible! Said Tom .I saw Angela yesterday!
Yesterday!
Yes.i was on the airport bus, cimeing into Istanbul.i saw her in the street.
I’m terribly sorry, Mr Smaith,but you’re making a mistake.
No, I tell you I saw her. i…
Mr Smith Dunya side patiently, Istanbal is a big city . there must be handreds of women here who look like your fiancée.
Tom said nothing.
The british Consulate were very helpful, continued Mr Dunya. They made all the arrangement,for the funeral.it was on Wednesday.
Have her parents I’m afraid .her parents are on holiday in France. The British and Franch police are trying to contact them.
So theydon’t know yet, side Tom quietly.
No they don’t I’m afraid.
There was a long silence.
Con I have another brandy, please? Asked tom.
Of course.
Tom tried hard to think clearly.
I thought I saw her yrsterday, he said softly.
I understand. Mr Smith. It’s a great shock-a terrible tragedy you-for all of us.
After a pause Dunya asked, what will you do now, Mr Smith? Is there anything I can do to help?
I’m not sure , said Tom.i need some time to think.i don,t know what to do.
Do you know anyone in Istanbul?
Suddenly Tom remembered Kemal.
Yes,yrs I have friends don’t worry . look Mr Dunya, t can’t decide anything now . I think I’ll stay in Istanbul for a day or two. I,d like to visit the Consulate, and maybe the police.
Mr Dunya opended the card to Tom.
I’ve written down the telephone number of Mr David Pennington. He’s the man in the Consulate who made the arrangements for the funeral. The other number is my office
Telephon numbrr . contact me if you neeed anything .i’m here during the day.
Tom stood up.
I must go now , he said. Thank you,you’ve been most kind.
Mr dunya walked with him to the door. Well, Mr Smith, once again, I,m terribly sorry.
You know I was so sure I sae her . so sure..’ Tom said.
I understand, replied Dunya. It’s terrible shock.
The two men shook hands.
Remember,come here any time if you need anything,said Mr Dunya.goodbye now.
Goodbye,said Tom ,and walked out into the street.
Mr dunya turned and walked back into his desk. For a few minutes he sat thinking . then he picked up the telephone.
Tom walked slowly through the crowded streets of old Istanbul.
The streets were busy and full of interesting people, shops and cafes. But Tom did not see any of those things. He was not interested in Istanbul, he was not a tourist any more. Tom was thinking of Angela. He remembered the journey on the bus from the airport. He was sure he had seen Angela.she had been there on the pavement, getting out of a car.but dunya said it was not Angera. Angela was dead.she had died a week ago.
Tom walked through the streets of the city.he walked through the Grand Bazaar. He walked on and on through narrow old streets.he didn’t know where he was, or what time it was.he thought about Angela. He thought again about his journey on the bus from the airport. Again and again he thought about it, and ahain and again he saw his fiancée. Then he stopped walking , and stood for a moment on the pavement . he was standing on a street beside the sea.
Angela is’n dead, he thonght. I saw her!
He looked in his pockrt and found Kemal’s terephone number.hewalked quickly across the street to a café. He want inside to the terephone.
Hello, Kemal? Hello,it’s me tom. Remember…?yes,yes,fine thanks. Listen, remember you said I could phone you if l needed anything? Well, something has happened. Can we meet somewhere?