And here she was.

Once again, at the end of term feast... with friends to say good bye to and with no idea on how to start saying that illusive good bye and good luck in a way that wouldn't make her cry.

Ha. Let's face it, that hadn't happened yet and probably wouldn't start this year either.

Looking around the table, and then the hall, Marsha sighed and looked around for Vince. She had to say good bye to him for a fortnight too... and she wasn't looking forward to that either.

Man, she hated the end of term feast.