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How like her. From the first day we met, she always looked out for me. ''Can't she see I need to strike out on my own?'' I would never say it to her face, but many were the occasions I thought it. Not for the first time I wondered if she would miss having me to look after … and if I would miss her looking after me. We would both find out, starting tomorrow.<br><br> | How like her. From the first day we met, she always looked out for me. ''Can't she see I need to strike out on my own?'' I would never say it to her face, but many were the occasions I thought it. Not for the first time I wondered if she would miss having me to look after … and if I would miss her looking after me. We would both find out, starting tomorrow.<br><br> | ||
− | "Sonia, I'll be fine," I said, meaning it. "I should go. It's late and I need to get back. I'll call you when I'm about to board, all right? That way you'll know I got on safe." | + | "Sonia, I'll be fine," I said, meaning it. "I should go. It's late and I need to get back. I'll call you when I'm about to board, all right? That way you'll know I got on safe." As a reassurance, it was a lame one given her opinion of the ship in question, but I had to say something. Otherwise, she'd find a way to fill my silence with her fears.<br><br> |
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