John put my bags into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a little numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I’d talk when I was ready. We had a drink in the departure lounge and before too long I was taking my seat by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of seat 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they’d have seen the face of a young lady, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.
The End
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