Londoners (Part 6)

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This dirty work took her the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening. Without a glass of white wine, it seemed even harder. At the end she couldn’t stand it anymore, so she called a taxi and went Battersea Park. That was the place she enjoyed most about London, maybe it was a bit too touristic, however, she didn’t care about it. 

Outside it was freezing. Winter was still there, no matter the little period of warmth the morning had offered. There was no one on the street, nor even a couple facing the cold. That lonely atmosphere was pleasing though, it calmed her down, it relaxed her. 

As James returned home, later that evening, no lights were switched on in the building, except for the ones in the corridors. His first thought was the worst: maybe Adam was back and Annemerel was in danger. However, he soon found out with deep relief nothing that bad had happened. She simply was not home. He was pleased for it. At least, she still had somewhere to go, or maybe someone to meet. He couldn’t be jealous, between him and Annemerel there had always been a certain appealing, not a relationship.

Annemerel did not return at home that night. The windows as well as the shatters were closed, so she didn’t care much about robbers or so. She also had received extra money for an article less than a week before, so took the occasion to go somewhere. She took a train to Folkestone, then a ferry boat to Calais by midnight. France was so close to the UK, though so different. She really enjoyed the atmosphere there, there was a small bed and breakfast where they served amazing cakes for breakfast. Moreover, France is the only country where you can drink champagne before lunch. You can wake up with a glass of wine and nobody judges you. She booked the same room as the other times she had come there, she switched her phone off and gave herself a rest for a couple of hours. When she woke up, it was the middle of the night and her phone was full of messages, notifications, missed calls. Her family, friends and followers were missing her. But James was the most worried one.

Quel lavoro sporco le occupò il resto del pomeriggio e parte della serata. Senza nemmeno un bicchiere di vino bianco sembrava persino più difficile. Alla fine, non ne poteva davvero più, così prese un taxi e andò a Battersea Park. Era il posto che più le piaceva di Londra e, sebbene sotto certi aspetti fosse troppo turistico non le importava.

Fuori faceva freddo, l’inverno era ancora presente, al contrario delle aspettative che il tepore della mattina aveva creato. Non c’era nessuno per strada, non una singola coppia che affrontasse il caldo. Quell’atmosfera solitaria era confortante dopotutto, la calmava, la rilassava.

Quando James tornò a casa più tardi quella sera, non c’erano luci accese, fatta eccezione per quelle dei corridoi. Subito pensò al peggio, che Adam fosse tornato e che Annemerel fosse in pericolo. Poi però, con profondo sollievo, capì che lei non era a casa. Ne fu lieto. Almeno aveva ancora un posto dove andare. O forse qualcuno da incontrare. Chiaro, non poteva esserne geloso: tra lui ed Annemerel c’era un certo feeling, ma non c’era una relazione.

Annemerel non tornò a casa quella notte, le finestre e le persiane erano chiuse, dunque non aveva da preoccuparsi dei ladri. Aveva ricevuto denaro extra per un articolo di qualche giorno prima, dunque colse l’occasione per andare da qualche parte. Prese un treno per Folkestone, poi un battello per Calais prima di mezzanotte. La Francia era così vicina all’Inghilterra, eppure così diversa. Adorava l’atmosfera lì, c’era un bed & breakfast dove servivano deliziose torte a colazione. Inoltre, la Francia era l’unica nazione dove puoi bere champagne prima di pranzo senza essere giudicato. Prese la stessa stanza delle altre volte che aveva soggiornato lì, spense il telefono e si riposò per qualche ora. Quando si svegliò, nel cuore della notte, il suo telefono era pieno di messaggi, notifiche, chiamate perse. Mancava, alla famiglia, agli amici e persino ai suoi followers. Ma James era quello che più si era preoccupato.

Have A Safe Journey!

Love,

Camilla

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