Text arrived 24 hours later. I missed the little happy chirrup of an incoming message as I was dithering in Sainsbury's. I was trying to work out if I could physically carry any more than what was already in my overflowing basket. The walk home is uphill and my arms seem to get longer as the hill steepens.
I walked home smiling but regreting adding the fabric conditioner. My shopping was way too heavy to carry. I lugged it. The text simply said that he had taken his son into town to buy trainers and then had gone to his sister's for something to eat. He also asked if I was alright. No x's.
I replied once I got home (don't want to appear too eager!). I didn't put an x either. It's a start.
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