“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone at 10.05am this morning. I’ve been asleep for thirteen hours but am still exhausted.
“Hello my love,” Seb says.
“Oh wow, you’re calling me,” I say. “I’m sorry that I missed your other calls but I was at the office and…”
“The thing is,” Seb says. “I can see now that you sent me messages after my calls, but at the time I called and then went back to the monastery where there isn’t any signal. So I didn’t get your messages till the next day and…”
“Never mind,” I say, sipping my coffee. “It’s wonderful to hear your voice.”
“I didn’t hear about the bomb in Bangkok till just now,” Seb says. “So I wanted you to know that I’m OK and…well, people here are saying that it was a Westerner but I don’t think it was.”
He hasn’t been to Bangkok yet. There had better not be another bomb there, I think.
“Well, when you do go there please don’t go to any shrines or any other tourist hotspots,” I say.
“I won’t,” he says. “So, I saw your messages. I’ll be back on Saturday and then is it OK if we go to my mum’s? There are some documents I need for university and…”
“Yes, of course,” I say. “I’ve got my psychiatrist at midday and I’ll be back at the flat at one o’clock.”
“I’ll see you then my love,” he says.
“I look forward to it,” I say, looking at the clock. “I have to be at the gym for training in a minute and…”
“I’d better call my mum and let her know that I’m still alive,” he says. “See you on Saturday my sweet.”
“Yes, of course. Call her!” I say. “Can’t wait to see you.”
Please let there not be any more bombs in Thailand. Want him back unharmed.
Attached photo is a flock of penguins at the safari park the other day.
Happy Thursday everyone!
*2003. By Jonathan Kellerman. An Alex Delaware detective novel.
Thanks for your words…there’s something comforting about them.
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