Chapter Eight
A Hard Night With Laura
Laura’s bus was ten minutes late, which wasn’t surprising for a Friday evening because traffic in Loughborough could be a nightmare. She got off the bus with a huge smile on her face. I was standing there with a bunch of flowers I’d bought at the supermarket, and she’d seen me holding them from her seat in the bus.
“Oh John, they’re lovely!” she said, reaching over and kissing me.
“Compared with you they’re not,” I laughed. “You look beautiful tonight but you always look beautiful.”
And she did. She was dressed very simply, in jeans and white cheesecloth shirt. I took her bags, grabbed her free hand, and we set off back to the university. We chatted about our respective weeks. Laura was thrilled to hear I thought I’d done well with the Physics exa
