Chapter Eighty-One. Diana.
I am just heading out to lunch with Lynn for a quick catch-up, as Ruth is having lunch with Devon in the copying cupboard where they first met. Something they periodically do. I would like to think they got up to other things in that cupboard, but this is Ruth and Devon we are talking about, so probably not. My mobile phone rings, Jessie’s picture that I took of him when he did his ‘Godfather’ impression with a couple of Maltesers in his mouth, whilst we attempted to watch the film, only got distracted by our lips locking, making me smile.
“Hey you,” I cannot help but smile. Jessie is not one for mid-day calls. Which I am totally fine with, he is busy with work, and it makes it all the more special when he does call me.
“Hey babe,” his deep voice echoes in m
