I had a flat in the city center and usually stayed there in the week and came home at weekends. One week my wife, who was in her early 30's at this po...nt, decided she'd like to come up to Edinburgh for the weekend for a change, so we arranged that she'd get the Friday mid-afternoon train from Birmingham and I'd meet her when it arrived at Waverley station about 9:30 in the evening.I saw the train pull in and as I walked down the platform to meet her I saw she had a huge grin on her face. I knew. She was adopted by her parents when she was about six years old and was brought over here with them when she was about eight, so she had been here for about 20 years when we met. However, when she was in her early twenties, she tried to get a passport for a holiday in France, but was turned down because her adoption papers were only photocopies. She didn’t worry about it at the time, but just before I met her, she started getting letters from immigration threatening her with deportation.”“So. .. I'll make some coffee," she offered in a gasping voice."I don't want any damned coffee," he snarled down at her. I want a drink." But..." A drink, damn it! Can't I have a drink in my own fucking house?"Melanie cringed from his yelling voice, turning around so that he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes again. The evening was ruined. Their last few moments together, and it was ending in bitter and hateful quarreling. She took off her coat slowly, and then almost fearfully, she said. Her eyes gave it away, they were sad eyes, and when Lucy looked into those beautiful eyes she almost cried herself. She had the look of a woman who was fighting back her tears in the traditional ‘stiff upper lip’ English spirit. “Are you ok Kerry,” (stupid question.) “I didn’t think you’d be back for a couple of hours,” Lucy said, genuinely concerned. “No, not really, just another man who thought a single mother would be an easy…” Kerry’s voice trailed off as she forced the last words out. Her.