Slurping on coffee, Mark re-phrased his earlier query. The mood seemed right. Ella was singing in the background “Why’d you come home with me, – and what happens next?”
Melinda lifted herself up from the table, grabbed her bag and headed towards the door; her final words to Mark were a cryptic one-two punch: “I came home with you cos I could. I chose you, you didn’t choose me. You sorted out my beef with Keith, that arsehole at the bar. Let’s just say you’ve got a similar beef with god and I had a go at sorting it out. Sorry Mark, I think I failed, realized half-way through that I couldn’t do it, but one day you’ll find her; that girl who’ll wash away that debt to god. Goodbye Mark”. The door shut. And that was it. Perversely fitting, Ella belted out The Lady is a Tramp, Mark skipped the disc to Caravan, washed the coffee cup and stepped outside to look up to the sky.