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Walking down the street, I passed my heavy shopping bags from one hand to the other.
‘Ann!’ a voice shouted.
I smiled when I spotted an old colleague, Terence.
We'd worked together years earlier, but lost touch.
‘It's been ages,’ I said as talk turned to our jobs and our families.
‘My wife died a few months back,’ he said. I gave him my condolences, explained I'd got divorced a couple of years before, admitted how lonely it was.
‘I'm a trustee for a local charity that's throwing a dinner,’ Terence said. ‘Come along with me.’
‘Sounds lovely,’ I said.
A couple of months later,