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If it's honesty you're after
They met in the Early Bird Bar at 6.30pm And they were still there at midnight talking About anything and everything. She telling Of her husband's successful business. He Extolling the brilliance of a wife with an Amazing figure who dealt in big bucks at Lloyd's of London
Their marriages had been perfect in every Way. Neither had ever wanted for anything Cars, holidays, houses and healthy kids all Of whom grew up to be successful in their Own right. One boy was a barrister, one a Big noise at Fermilab. As for the girls? Well, They'd made their mark too. One a journalist On the London Evening Standard and the Other someone to reckon with at Amazon
So why, one might wonder, where they Both alone in a bar so far from home? He Was the first to crack. 'Nope, I can't do this' He said, raising his hand as to stop traffic 'Truth is my wife left me when the business Folded, as for the kids, they're grown up Now, they don't need me anymore.' 'My Name is Peter, I'm a divorcee and I'm Lonely' A long silence followed before she Slowly turned to look him straight in the Eye. 'Well, if it's honesty you're after, I'm Pamela, I have no children, no husband
And I too need someone tonight'
©Joseph G Dawson
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