Reluctantly Home

by Imogen Clark

And I am delighted to report that he was just the same as ever. Older, of course – aren’t we all? – but it wasn’t hard to find the man I once knew so well in the lines and creases of his face.

Our café is no more, but that was all right. Things change and move on all the time. That’s just how it should be. We said we’d keep in touch, Ted and me.

I think w...