Read Part One here.  Her phone rang. Yanni’s number.   ‘Carla?’ Not Yanni’s voice.   ‘J—James?’   ‘Hiya.’ It took two train stations for Carla to respond. The phone line was still open. ‘Is it really…’ Now she could hear Yanni on the other end, talking excitedly. ‘It’s really him, Carla. When’s your train coming… Continue reading

Year One They met in a café in Convent Garden. Neither of them could afford it, but it was busy enough that they wouldn’t be overheard, with a high enough staff turnover that they were unlikely to be remembered next year, and it was well established enough that it wasn’t likely to close any time… Continue reading