Chapter 1375 The Mating Season - Beth(Mature Fuck):>Ep3

• I sent the text at half past seven, standing at the lake in the cold.
• The swans were there. They usually were by then, and I'd started to think of them as something mine, which was exactly the kind of thing you do when you live mostly alone in a place you haven't chosen. You claim things. The lake. The particular light at that hour. A man who appeared out of nowhere one February morning and knew things about swans.
• I'd been thinking about the uniform since the previous night. It was hanging in the spare room wardrobe, pressed, waiting for my first shift at Addenbrooke's on Thursday. I'd taken it out and looked at it and put it back and then taken it out again, which told me something I didn't try to argue with.