Her boyfriend turned up about then. He was in love with the world too, but not enough to want to hug me. He looked at me. He was twenty too.
He gave me a quizzical smile. He thought I was probably okay, but I was a complete stranger he’d first met with an armful of his girlfriend. Even young men in love and in love with the world are unlikely to be sure of that stranger.
“It is a very beautiful night. Where are you from?”
I told him, and said, “Take care. Take care of her. Eccies are great, aren’t they?”
The girl looked at me, open-mouthed. “How did you know I was on eccy?”
[The end. Back to the Probation Officer’s Tale tomorrow.]