He’s a mild, unassuming chap; I hand him his food.
‘I don’t s’pose you saw which way my wife went, did you?’ he asks, smiling.
‘What does she look like?’
He looks confused. ‘Um… well… I don’t really know… she’s just sort of… middle-aged?’
So that’s nice then.
Spiral Skies 
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