The McDead

Making amends

McDonald was anxious. He’d yet to see Sarah and he was fearful of her reaction. He wasn’t sure if:

A She’d physically attack him,

B She’d verbally attack him,

C A and B.

Or, worse, report him.

He was playing these various scenes when she appeared in the corridor and … she was smiling! Jeez, he thought, has she a knife? His experience linked women’s smiles to violence.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Oh right … listen, about last night … I… She waved him quiet, said, ‘I’m the one who needs to apologise. I blacked out after the pub, you must have taken me home.’

‘Ahm … yeah … I did … you don’t remember?’

‘I am mortified. Please let me make it up to you.’

‘What?’

‘Dinner at my place, Friday … eight o’ clock … do you eat curry?’

‘Curry … sure, that’s great … I’ll bring some wine.’

She gave a shy smile, ‘Just mineral water for me. I want to remember this night.’

‘Sparkling?’

‘I’m lit up already.’