Do you mind if I sit here?’
Nora looked up from her knitting at the woman standing in front of her. There was plenty of space on the park bench but, out of politeness, she shuffled along.
The woman sat down and raised her face to the weak January sun. ‘Beautiful day, isn’t it?’
Nora gave a slight shrug. ‘Bit chilly.’
‘The sky is such a vivid blue.’
‘I suppose so,’ Nora said and carried on knitting. She didn’t
