"Where’ve you been?" I ask the slightly bats lady from work who I haven’t seen for a couple of days, as she walks in.
"Two days of compassionate leave."
"Oh gosh, right,” I say. “I hadn’t… I didn’t know. Right."
"It’s knocked the wind out of my sails. It was so sudden. He was only fifty. They think it may have been a virus."
"Oh God, I’m so sorry. Obviously, if there’s anything I can do."
"Oh, it was just the shock really. Poor Albert. I thought we’d be together until we were in our hundreds."
I don’t know what I can possibly say to this, so stare intently at my computer screen, wide-eyed at the intensity of the situation.
"That’s why I feel so cheated. They’re supposed to live well past one hundred, aren’t they, tortoises?"
My eyes widen more so.
"Gave him a nice plot by the rhubarb."
5 weeks ago