Through the car window, I thought that I saw KA wearing a long thin pale yellow jumper dress in the new deli in Hexham. I parked nearby and walked back along the road to the shop.
Sure enough it was KA, but she looked so sad. We exchanged a few words and then I continued on my way.
Later in the day I rang KA to check up on her. She put the phone done on me. In the earlier conversation I had (unintentionally) insulted the memory of her mother and now she wanted nothing more to do with me.
