Alone Again, Or

The next ferry day Bevin got on the ferry.  She sat in the alcove by herself.  She had a book, I saw her reading when I was descending the ferry gangplank.  I waved but she wasn’t looking at me.  I didn’t expect her to be there when I went on my end of shift round, she was.  I only realised when I had turned at the end of the harbour wall.

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