As we said our goodbyes that morning, my final act was to shake Lloyd’s hand (picturing, of course, in vivid detail what that same hand had been doing just a few hours previously!) and when I was sure no-one could hear, I quietly said to him with a knowing smile,
“By the way, I saw you on the porch last night.”
He stared at me and blinked in stunned realization, his hand still gripped in mine. Then I grinned at him and said,
“You know, if ever you need any help, you know who you can call.”
And as we parted, he realised that I had pressed into his hand a slip of paper with my mobile phone number written on it. But would I hear from him again? You Betcha!