Alexandra Ch 02
On Friday I arrived about fifteen minutes early and stood on the street anxiously looking up and down, unsure as to which direction she’d come from. Under the clock outside Easons bookshop on O’Connell Street is a popular place to arrange to meet. Firstly it is a well known landmark. Secondly it is in a fairly busy and public place. And thirdly from the point of view of anyone waiting there are a number of buses that stop there, so you can pretend that people are not looking at you wondering if...