With a triumphant grin, I plucked my Moleskine sketchbook and pen from my handbag. Soon, sketchy lines coalesced into a drawing of my companion. Long legs poked out of a black schoolboy school uniform as he forlornly clutched a skull-shaped balloon. Heavy brows lifted as I shielded the budding image with my other hand. When I finished, I tore the page from the binding and slid it across the table.
