Reunited Friends
Reunited Friends A Story by EskimomanMy heart was pumping as I walked down the short driveway to number 23. That was the address given to me by Jo whom I had not seen in 20 odd years. It was a nice house from the outside, detatched, discrete, with a well maintained garden. I wondered who tended the gardens - did Jo have a boyfriend, or a gardener, or both, or were they the same. My mind was in turmoil. It was out of the blue when the email arrived in my inbox. Quite unexpected. I had not seen...