I had more energy than I knew what to do with and zero motivation to use it. Without Mara and Ed around, the flat was far too quiet. Now and then, George would mew anxiously, calling for Mara. His cries seemed to magnify how lonely I felt and also how crap I was at spending time alone. I picked up a magazine but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I’d done the little housework there was to be done; the kitchen counter was clear, the floor was swept. I checked my phone for the thirtieth time that morning. Nothing. From. Nobody. Fuuuuuck. Sort it out! Just bloody text someone. Him. No, not him. OK, him. My fingers hovered briefly over the keys but only briefly. Am free this afternoon, fancy a lazy drink? S I hesitated over how to sign the text, almost adding a kiss; I usually did on texts to friends.
