The Man Who Missed Me

worked hard madam volet said and giggled to think that at the end he must have been working hard for both of us you found it a little boring it was a habit how one misses a habit. She suddenly met my eye and blushed right down into the wine colored wine stained polo neck collar she repeated reassuringly an onglade ooh a meficant she hardly spoke but her husband's name came out as "pole" Madam duzois put her large hand on madam vole's knee, wore a signet ring which perhaps had belonged to her late husband  and I thought melancholy was returning to the table but then she hiccuped