I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE

Four was sitting on the sill of the Hein Gericke window. He waved.
I waved, 'Hello,' I said.
'I'm waiting for my girlfriend,' he said taking off his sunglasses. 'Her car's having an MOT today so she's coming down on the bus.'
'Well,' I said. 'Nice day for it.'
'They say it's going to rain later.'
'I thought there might be some thunder yesterday, the way it felt,' I said.
By this time I was past him on my way to town.
'Yes, it was very heavy.'
'Anyway,' I said, thinking it time to go, 'I'm meeting someone. I don't want to be late.'