Who was this person, Eleanor? Can you talk a bit more about what happened to make you...
how did you put it... misunderstand the signals? What were the signals?”
Well, there was a man that I took a bit of a liking to, a little crush, you might say, and I got slightly carried away,
and then I realized that, actually, I’d been a bit silly. We weren’t going to be together.
And he—well, it turned out that he wasn’t even right for me anyway. He wasn’t the man I thought he was.
I felt sad about that, and I felt extremely stupid for getting it all so wrong. That’s all it was...” I heard my voice trail off.
“OK, well... there are a few things I’d like to unpick in all of that. How did you meet this man? What was the nature of your relationship with him?”
“Oh, I never actually met him,” I said. She stopped writing in her notebook, and there was a bit of an awkward pause.
I think, in theatrical terms, it’s called a beat. “Right...” she said. “So how did your... your paths cross, then?”
“He’s a musician. I saw him perform and—well, I fell for him, I suppose you’d say.”
Maria Temple spoke cautiously. “Is he... is he famous?” I shook my head.
“He’s local. He lives here. Near me, in fact. He’s not famous, as such. Yet.”
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