She had married a dentist several years older than her and though she was still childless she had a wonderful life. She couldn't ask for more. Except ...ne thing. "I don't know why," she explained, "but I can't get pregnant. We've been to specialists. There's nothing wrong with either of us. It doesn't make sense. He's a great guy." She frowned, pouting sadly, and sighed. "He is so busy, he works so hard. Four, sometimes even five days a week. His only pleasure is golf. And bridge. He's up at the. He would have to tell her tomorrow that he had decided to take the job in Canada.It wouldn’t be their last night in the same apartment, their last night in the same bed. It probably wouldn’t even end their sex together. Sylvia enjoyed that as much as he did, and it wasn’t as if he was running away from her. Still, after tomorrow, they’d both know the clock was ticking. After tomorrow, their years-long relationship would be just a temporary fling.Besides, it was her last day of school. Teachers. It's a ghost that I have to exorcise, from here at least, if I'm going to get on with my job. The question is - do I want to? If I can come here, here of all places and not feel "that sweet sorrow of parting", does that mean she really has left me? Left me physically. Left my imagination. Left even my memory. Left never to come back?"... So we have commissioned some further detailed studies of the hydrology of the upper Mekong area to have a more accurate understanding of the way water drains. "That's probably enough for today. You need to keep thinking things through. Let's have a cup of tea now and you can tell me about your plans for the rest of the weekend."Over tea, they just chatted about simple things (though Chrissie suspected Trudy learned even more about her in the process). At the end, Chrissie told her, "I'm going to Felixstowe. I'm hoping Jessica won't mind my leaving some of my dressy clothes hung at hers, and I want to talk to Jenni about how she got to where she is.