October 1st, 1990

October 1st, 1990

Flight from LHR – BOS

Marriott Copley Place Boston, Massachusetts


Much to my delight, Millie showed up at the briefing, full of smiles, acting like her “normal” self.

“How was the hotel?”

“It was fine. Did you enjoy your night at home?”

Where, judging by your demeanor, you overdosed on Primrose Oil!

She nodded. “I really needed my own bed. I feel so much better. Sorry for being so horrible to you and to Richard, do you think he noticed?”

I laughed. “Yeah, slightly.”

“He probably hates me.”

“I think he was bewildered, that’s all.”

“Well he definitely liked you.”

“Hmmmmm,” I said, unsure whether I should disclose more.

“Did he ask for your phone number?”
“No, he didn’t actually.”

She smiled. “He gave you his though, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I uttered.

“Will you ring him?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t think David would appreciate that.”

Flight time was just under seven hours and it was still light when we arrived. Unlike the other night in Newark, Millie came to my room sans alcohol and the two of us headed to Quincy Market. In Crate & Barrel we drooled over wine glasses and all sorts of lovely things for the home that neither of us could be bothered to carry, so we left empty handed.

Took a walk to the waterfront and sat outside one of the old restaurants enjoying a glass of wine and some yummy calamari. We chatted nonstop and laughed over silly things, not only at the restaurant but also on the walk back to the hotel, during which we commented on what a great walking city Boston is, especially when there’s a little chill in the air.

Hopefully that version of Millie will show up again tomorrow!


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