It was currently cloaked in a typical London fog that was yet to clear. Edie knew she’d find the man she was looking for during a busy breakfast seating; Ben took all his midday meals here, and enjoyed breakfast on a Wednesday because ‘they did a mean haddock’ and a cream of wheat that was apparently so much better than ‘plain old lumpy porridge’. It made her angry just standing across the street and looking at the building – a bastion of male domination that Ben was utterly seduced by. But nothing could reach the depths of her disappointment to ease the pain of what she’d learned. She was sure she didn’t have all the facts and so she tempered her rising fury by taking deep breaths of the chilled London air and giving Ben his chance to explain it. However, she wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to turn all lawyerly on her and have the time to build his argument. Edie blew out her last deep breath and skipped across the road, preparing for her ambush.
