“Love, I have to go. Please come. I need you.”
She floundered for just a second and she heard the man again.
“OK, that’s it.” And the phone went dead.
The Brit laid his head down on the table in front of him and started to cry.
Edith could barely breathe. Her heart was racing. She felt tightness from the back of her neck to the middle of her chest. She was nauseated. She started to feel her teeth floating in her mouth. She knew she was going to throw up. She stood up and, all the while bent over, she ran to the river. She hung her head over the railing and brought her lunch up and it fell down from her mouth and floated away on the surface of the river. Within minutes, sea gulls were perched on the water eating her vomit. This made her sick again, and she repeated.