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                It  was  agreed  that  Nora  could  go  home.  Her  brother  ordered  an  Uber.  As

                they were pulling out of the car park Nora saw Ash driving into the  hospital.
                He   must   have   been   on   a   late   shi.   He   had   a   different   car   in   this   life.   He
                didn’t  see  her,  despite  her  smile,  and  she  hoped  he  was  happy.  She  hoped  he
                only  had  an  easy  shi  of  gall  bladders  ahead  of  him.  Maybe  she  would  go

                along  and  watch  him  in  the  Bedford  half-marathon  on  Sunday.  Maybe  she
                would ask him out for a coffee.
                   Maybe.
                   In   the   back   of   the   car,   her   brother   told   her   he   was   looking   for   some

                freelance session work.
                   ‘I’m thinking of becoming a sound engineer,’ he said. ‘Vaguely, anyway.’
                   Nora  was  happy  to  hear  this.  ‘Well,  I  think  you  should  do  it.  I  think  you’d
                like it. I don’t know why. I’ve just got a feeling.’

                   ‘Okay.’
                   ‘I  mean,  it  might  not  be  as  glamorous  as  being  an  international  rock  star,
                but it might be . . . safer. Maybe even happier.’
                   at  was  a  tough  sell,  and  Joe  wasn’t  entirely  buying  it.  But  he  smiled  and

                nodded  to  himself.  ‘Actually,  there’s  a  studio  in  Hammersmith  and  they’re
                looking for sound engineers. It’s only five minutes from me. I could walk it.’
                   ‘Hammersmith? Yes. at’s the one.’
                   ‘What do you mean?’

                   ‘I   mean,   I   just   think   it   sounds   good.   Hammersmith,   sound   engineer.   It
                sounds like you’d be happy.’
                   He   laughed    at   her.   ‘Okay,   Nora.   Okay.   And   that   g ym   I   was   telling   you
                about? It’s right next door to the place.’

                   ‘Ah, cool. Any nice guys there?’
                   ‘Actually,   yes,   there   is   one.   He’s   called   Ewan.   He’s   a   doctor.   He   goes   to
                cross-training.’
                   ‘Ewan! Yes!’

                   ‘Who?’
                   ‘You should ask him out.’
                   Joe   laughed,   thinking    Nora   was   just   being   playful.   ‘I’m   not   even   one
                hundred per cent sure he’s gay.’

                   ‘He is! He’s gay. He is one  hundred per cent gay. And one hundred per cent
                into  you.  Dr  Ewan  Langford.  Ask  him  out.  You  have  to  trust  me!  It  will  be
                the best thing you ever do . . .’
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