Jack smiled. ‘Don’t rightly know, yet. She was called ‘Tiffin’. Just the sort o’ daft name a daft bugger would call a boat. I’ll think of ...omething good, you wait ‘n’ see!’ Again she nodded with apparent satisfaction. ‘You on holiday, are you?’ Jack said. For some reason he wanted the conversation to continue. She smiled and nodded. ‘Goin’ to shake your fool head off, you keep doin’ that.’ But his smile took away any sting. He noticed her eyes were green, the colour of the sea on certain days. Looking at all the floors, she debated internally if she would have the nerve to continue? Could she push the button that lit her floor printed on her cardkey envelope? After a long deep breath, she did, and the elevator began its slow climb up. She watched the digital readout of each floor as it passed one floor after another. The elevator stopped, the doors opened. She poked her head out and looked both directions down the long passageway. Stepping out, making a left, she passed each door. .." Harry, I know you don't like her but she's still a teacher and—" Shut up!" he suddenly yelled at her."Harry! What did I do?" she asked, at a loss to explain his sudden anger."You're just as bad as the rest of them! Lying and manipulating me, and don't think I've forgotten about keeping me in the dark all summer!"'Oh, that's what it is,' she realized. She had hoped Harry's angry outburst after the Dementor attack had been enough to work things out between them, but Harry was slow to anger,. At 45 and not 21 anymore, a massage meant sex and coming over to a single girl’s apartment meant sex. These offerings I took seriously from him. I wasn’t completely opposed to a relationship with Gary. I didn’t think the timing was right. An affair might be good … it may perhaps be terrible. We didn’t share enough about our present lives for me to even imagine an escapade with Gary. I would go out for dinner with him. I liked going out in public. I liked being in front of people with a man. He,.