October 16th, 1989

October 16th, 1989

Lagos, Nigeria

Our crew hotel is in the middle of nowhere, so I spent most of the day by the pool with Lorna.

Making myself comfortable on the lounge chair, I said, “Thanks for listening to my woes last night.”

“Don’t be silly,” she smiled. “Anytime honey, you know that. I hope a wee bit of insight helped you.”

“It really did. You explained a lot I wasn’t aware of. It helps just to know what might be happening to my mum.”

“There are some good books I can recommend as well. I used to have them but I’ve moved so many times I don’t know where they ended up.”

“You’re lucky to have lived in so many different countries.”

“All by the ripe of old age of twenty-one,” she said with a wink.

“You’re not that much older than I am.”

“You’re twenty-two, right?” she asked.

I nodded my head, yes. “I’ll be twenty-three in February.”

“Yer a wee spring chicken,” she chuckled. “Seriously though, it looks like I’ll be on the move again soon.”

“Holland with mister KLM?”
“Oh aye, without a doubt,” she said, excitedly. “This is it for me.”

“Isn’t it amazing that you met him on a trip and now, as you say, you’ll probably end up marrying him.”

She smiled. “It’s been some year for us honey, hasn’t it?”

“It really has. I can’t believe we’ve only been with British Airways since January.”

“You know,” she said, looking pensive. “I see this job as a double- edged sword.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well for a start, we hardly spend any time at home and when we do it’s rarely during the weekend when everybody else is off work. And we’re knackered. That combination makes it difficult to meet anyone at home.”

“You can say that again,” I laughed.

“And then when you’re on a trip, you might meet somebody but the chances of seeing them again are slim to nil.”

“But not in the case of you and Dutch boy.”

“He’s no boy, honey, he’s a man,” she boomed, pretending to shake all over.

“You are too much,” I laughed.

“So what you have to do is make the most of wherever you are and just go for it.” She paused and looked at me. “Right?”

I nodded yes. “I think I’m doing that.”

“Good,” she said. “So does this mean everything with that bloody Ben is done and dusted?”

I sighed deeply. “I don’t think so.”

She sprang up from the lounge chair. “You’re no still in touch with him, are you?”

I didn’t dare look at her. “I’m going to tell you something but you have to promise to keep calm,” I said.

She loomed over me, forcing me to look at her. “If it’s something to do with him, I cannae promise anything but tell me anyway.”

“He arrives back in the UK tomorrow.”

“You better be kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“And let me guess,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re going to see him.”
I looked at her but didn’t say anything.

“Ohfurbeepsake,” she shouted.

“I didn’t know you were already fluent in Dutch.” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

Lorna grinned and sat across from me. “I could throttle you right now.”

“Please don’t, I’d rather not die in Lagos.”

“Listen,” she said, with her finger pointed at me. “I’m just going to say one thing about this.”

“Just one?” I smirked.

“Aye, just one, so listen up.”

I sat up and faced her. “Ok, I’m listening.”

“Love. Is. Not. Meant. To. Be. Com. Pli. Cated.”

I opened my mouth to speak but she “hushed” me with her finger and continued. “When it’s right, it all falls into place and works. Effortlessly.”

Based on that advice, I definitely have it all wrong.

 

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