Being part of the city but safe from its currents and its tides; watching the commuters, watching the commerce, watching the passage of people and the burden of bridges spanning the great river. It was a way of being with Yasmin and yet hiding from her. We talked: for God's sake we talked interminable talk, but I never told her anything. She knew nothing about my twilight activities. She never even asked about my odd connection with Fraser, and why I was acknowledged in his recently published book. Of course I wanted to tell her but I had too razor sharp a sense of how it would sound. With our fingers interlaced as we strolled the Embankment the cold didn't seem to reach us and the damp didn't penetrate. And if we did need to rest or to get warm there was always the cheer of the London pub. We walked, we drank, we talked. Sometimes I would stay out just so I didn't have to face the mess Sarah and Mo were making of my house. One night I got home to find a lot of trash and papers gusting around the rubbish bin.
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