Caught myself doing the Sunday crossword again, pencil in hand, waiting for Ade to tell me the answer he always knew. Two years and my hand still reaches for the other chair. Listen, the ledger is not a hiding place. I'll keep it open, and I'll still fine myself for the cold tea I left on the sill.

Put the kettle on and I'll be round after my shift. Don't fine yourself for the tea, it's cold because you forgot it, not because you deserve it.

The chair thing gets you every time. Keep the ledger open, I'll bring the letter tonight.