THE TWO OF US

‘Getting chilly,’ I said as she stood behind me waiting for the lift coming down.
‘It is, isn’t it,' she said. 'And windy.’
She’s one of the older women lives in the block.
‘I’ve been to Weston. It was windy there too,’ she said.
‘The sea front?’
‘On the pier,’ she said. ‘I had fish and chips on the pier.’
‘Must’ve cooled them down.’
We got in the lift. Me first with the bike.
‘Bye,’ she said when the lift stopped. She got out then said, ‘it’s not my floor,’ and got back in.
‘Not quite goodbye, then,' I said.