It is as though we had never split up.
Julie and I meet over the park again.
Everyone is there.
It is a fine warm evening.
Music plays on the big cassette player.
Julie and I walk around all evening with my arm across her shoulders and her arm around my waist. (She 'fits' just right like that. And, as she seems to have a habit of kicking at things, it also helps to keep her upright!)
Tonight, as she usually does, she wears a thin cotton top. A hip length white kurta. But for once there is no denim jacket. Because it had been such a warm day.
As the evening wears on though, she gets chilly, and so she borrows my coat. Which swamps her but makes her look very cute....
We also meet on Thursday (12th) at the Red Welly.
And we get on just fine. Especially whilst the lights are off and the music is on.
Music: Phyllis Nelson, Move Closer
At the Rio on Friday (13th): Julie and I sit at the usual table and talk to Rav and his partner.
Being a few years older than us, they have just taken on a flat.
It makes us wonder - once more - as to how and where "we" can go, unless we have some space of our own.
The best we can arrange, for now, is to spend a few hours at my house - much as we did before in early May. When all the trouble began...
But as I walk Julie home, I don't care, I'm just happy that life feels great once again!
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