He couldn’t do that. Instead he called her the night before and they talked about their lives and ideas until the early hours of the morning. After ...hat conversation he worried that they would run out of conversation the next day. He dressed casually and comfortably that day, not needing any fancy clothes but instead feeling that he would be walking a fair amount that day. They met in the café again. She ordered a hot chocolate full to the brim with marshmallows and spent the next five minutes. But, after two hours, finally Big Tyrone’s name appeared on the screen with a text message.The bastard was asking me if I had received his pic last night.I laughed to myself. I answered that he should be proud of what he had accomplished. I added that I was a bit sore today…He texted that I should let him give me a massage to help with the soreness. I said I had no time today. But he insisted, asking me about lunch time…Big Tyrone was a very insistent guy. My mind raced for an excuse. He. It was only a few days later that everyone realised that this night was to be the last big fling of the Luftwaffe. By the end of the night the total of deaths would have risen to 43,000 civilians killed. As usual the sirens sounded as darkness fell which was not unusual as it had now been 57 continuous days since the start of the Blitz on London. Tony hoped that soon Fay would be joining him, as she had despite many protests from her father, insisted on resigning from the force. This she had. " I don't know. Think of something. In the bar. Waiting on tables." But those are men in drag." Romy took him in deep to the root."So? He can see what his dad does. He can learn from the best."Romy was thinking how Simon would feel about that. They would be workingclose together and he would see Romy transform. But Simon had neverexpressed an interest in drag. He had a new girlfriend and wouldperhaps discard the idea. But then she remembered that Mary Lynn, hisex-wife, had fallen in love with.