Copyright Stevie Turner 2019. You can find Chapter 8 here.
There’s no sign of Mike as I sit down in my favourite seat. I pour out some coffee then scrape off a layer of thick cream on the scone. I spy a newspaper on the next table, and pick it up for something to do but cannot really concentrate on reading any of the articles. I’m halfway down my first cup when a familiar voice sounds behind me.
“How was he yesterday?”
My heart gives an extra thump and I smile at Mike as I fold up the newspaper and put it to one side.
“Just the same, but you made a big difference at the time. Thanks so much.”
“Then he needs some more.”
“If you could just get him generally calmer it would be awesome. However, I’ll have to wait until my son-in-law…
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