THE PHONE RANG

She decided not to meet me for lunch in town.
‘Ok,’ I said and put the phone down.
The phone rang.
‘I’ve got a radio gig in a couple of weeks,’ Triple said. ‘Can you do Wednesday on your own?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I’ll ask around.’
‘I don’t want to turn it down.’
‘I wouldn’t if it was me.’
‘I don’t even know if anyone’ll be listening.’
‘Someone might,' I said, 'and you never know who.'