It was six years after she had left Ollie. She was in a different city, in a busy office.
She was racing downstairs from her office on the second floor, to take a call on a first floor phone. She passed a man on the stairs who called her name.
As she gave a wave and continued he shouted; “Tricia, don’t you recognise me?”
She stopped a second, glanced back.
There stood a short haired, chunky somber man. For a few seconds, her answer would be no… then;
“Ollie!” she exclaimed, holding for two seconds, then, ” I’ll be right back…” as she raced down the steps.
Tricia had been encased in a mix of confusion, surprise, and a touch of…’boy did he get ugly!’