June 4th, 1990

 

June 4th, 1990

At home

I’ve been back on UK soil for just over thirteen hours and, thanks to this evening chez Florence, my “Post Antigua Detox,” plans have already gone awry!

Mum’s up in Scotland so I spent the day with dad, who filled me in what transpired in the fortnight I’ve been away.

“So, I didn’t get the flat?”

“Nah, Harvey boy phoned to say they took the other offer, then a few days later he phoned back to say it was back on the market but without you here we couldnae do anything.”

“Oh well,” I sighed. “I guess it’s not meant to be. Besides, I think I’d be better off in a house.”

Dad asked lots of questions about the trip but unlike what I’d share with mum, I talked mostly about the island and failed to mention anything about William or the amount of rum I consumed! I’m sure mum will be all ears when she hears about the American boys.

Lovely evening catching up with Florence, where we started out drinking tea and finished up with, yup, rum!

“After tonight, I can never drink again,” I groaned.

“Fair enough but tell me more about William. He sounds intriguing.”

“He was a little different, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe you’ll see him again.”

I laughed. “No, I won’t. He thinks my name is Madison Frazer and I work for American Vogue in New York. Plus, that was a request trip, it’s impossible to get one otherwise.”

“You never know love,” she smiled. “Life is strange.”

 

 

 

 

 

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