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It’s not easy to tell a child the whole ‘well, I fell in love again, but he didn’t want to love me back’-story, so I just told them I hadn’t slept well. I had called ‘the girls’ the night before and told them about Danny and me breaking up. They had decided I needed some cheering up, which meant that we would meet for a glass of wine at our regular bar, at a somewhat irregular day and time. We usually met up every other Thursday, as we had done for years, but even a Tuesday would work, if one of us needed the support. Mary and Rose were waiting at our usual table, back in one corner of the bar. Mary was chewing on one of her nails and Rose was smilingly telling her some sort of story. By the way Rose was waving her hands, it must be a pretty exciting story. I went to the bar and asked for a glass of white wine, any kind of white wine, it really wasn’t a day to be picky on. I started walking back to Mary and Rose and when they saw me they walked up to meet me and gave me a big hug.

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