Kyoko is there on Tuesday.
Finally, Bodie breathes out, something that is constant in his unpredictable life. He resists the urge to wave and settles into their familiar routine again.
To his surprise, she already has a message there waiting for him.
How was your weekend?
His pen pauses over the blank sheet of paper. His first instinct is to give her an ordinary answer: Fine. Pretty good. Same old same old.
Only problem with that, is that it isn’t. Last Thursday has been unbelievably unreal.
Not that Kyoko would know. She is probably asking out of polite curiosity, and his mind reluctantly recalls last week's events.
Her lips wer