Lena leaves a voicemail. It sends my alarm bells ringing. I text to suggest we meet for lunch at our favourite coffee shop.
Lena’s waiting, looking knackered. She tells my everything. I almost choke on my panini.
‘Seemed a good idea. Still does, I quite like him.’
‘How old did you say?’
I’m as appalled as I’m jealous. If only I hadn’t pushed her into dating after Eddie left.
‘Lena, he could be your son.’
‘If I’d started too early, maybe. Eddie’s run off with a girl who’s barely even legal. Does anybody bat an eyelid? Of course not.’
It’s Week 2 of FFfPP. I’m tired and there’s other stuff that needs writing, so this is the best I could today.