I asked her “Do you want to get drunk and bitch about these guys?” She said, “No.” But she would a company me as her flight was at 7 pm and sh... can’t afford to get drunk.We went to a nearby famous pub. It was empty but enough crowd for 4 pm. After I downed my first drink she got a text telling her flight was delayed to 11 and mine was 1045. So when I called the waiter I went, “Waiter, two LIIT please.”It was by 4th drink we decided we should start dancing. We got on the floor now a bit crowded.. She was least bothered about the movie playing on the screen. She hadn’t even inquired about it while booking 5 adjacent tickets on the last row.“Give me 5 tickets for the next show,” she had blared at the young lady at the booking counter. It was almost past 10 pm. Who was she with? No one!It was all for her. Jenny was seated at the middle seat with two vacant seats on either side. Around half an hour into the movie, she was not paying attention to her right hand slowly moved. This is Sylvia, she works for you in a roundabout way and she wanted your autographs but she didn't want to intrude. Oh, and she's not my girlfriend but it's a nice thought though." I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, she glanced at me with a confused look on her face.Dawn reached and took Sylvia's hand from mine, "It's not an intrusion, if Helen thought it was okay then it is, don't you think so, Dina?"Dina was smiling. Actually, she hadn't stopped smiling all day. I doubt that anything could. It was about the bullfights in Spain and had stimulated her interest in seeing one. She was just a bit nervous about how she would react to seeing an animal killed in cold blood but Hemingway had explained it in such poetic terms that she had succeeded in justifying it to herself. It certainly would not be more cruel than the methods used in the slaughter houses. From his descriptions she gathered that if they were really good bulls, the matador was in almost as much danger as the bull.Ann was.