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as they could easily confuse his wife. It pained him to see her helpless, feeling inadequate and deeply isolated. Yet, chatting away just wasn’t his forte and especially not when he put himself under pressure, as he so often did.
    The waitress brought a halt to his dark thoughts by bringing over their order and Biddy became completely besotted with her flapjack, which took up all of her attention and seemed to reboot her mind.
    After they had finished, Walter went to pay the bill while Biddy went to the ladies’ room. Luckily today she came back out properly dressed and tidy; he was paranoid after she had once locked herself in a cubicle and had a hard time getting back out. He knew that the mundane and mechanical tasks in life were still generally easy to perform for his wife but some days the responsibility for her weighed heavily on him and after what he thought had been an embarrassing interlude with Minnie, he felt it particularly keenly.
    The couple went into a small supermarket on the way home and bought some provisions. Biddy had become very quiet and obedient, as if she was sensing that Walter felt stressed and needed some respite. He thought she looked almost subdued and sad and it made him feel guilty. It was her who was suffering, her who had lost touch with reality and who was isolated, yet even now she seemed to take responsibility for the family and its emotional wellbeing. Her caring attitude was still unbroken, underneath all of the confusion and mindlessness.

Chapter 3: Hanna
     
    Hanna, in the meantime, had worked her way through step, Pilates and yoga classes. It had done her a world of good and the predicted endorphin rush had certainly helped to make her feel more at ease. The despair of the night had vanished into the back of her mind and she spent several hours window shopping in Carnaby Street and Oxford Street. At least London was a great place for losing oneself in the masses and she enjoyed that nobody cared who she was or what she was doing.
    She rang her parents’ house a few times but nobody answered and she decided not to leave a message in case it didn’t sound upbeat enough. She did not want to alarm her father about her own challen ging state of affairs, only to sound him out if a visit would be helpful or even possible. She was unaware how far her mother’s condition had deteriorated over the last few months and suddenly felt guilty at the realisation of how long she had not been to see them. In light of the death on the plane, life seemed suddenly very fragile to the stewardess and she worried about her mother’s wellbeing.
    Most of her London friends were working during the day and would not be able to spare more time for her than a quick hour at lunch – if that. Suburban people commuting into town normally had a schedule for tho se lunches and did not have the luxury of availability at short notice. Living a life of continuous change and frequent disruption, Hanna was not organised enough to plan meetings far enough ahead and so these lunch dates just didn’t happen anymore. In the big city of millions, where she had plenty of friends, Hanna often felt very lonely.
    It was hard to keep a tab on where in the world her flying f riends were at any given time; schedules rarely coincided favourably and this week was particularly bereft of companions. 
    She switched on her phone and browsed through the list of contacts but she could not decide if and whom to call. Without her initiative the phone sprang into action telling her of missed calls, text messages and voicemails but none of them inspired her. A few unknown numbers suggested that this was official business and she was not ready for that just yet. The only people she could think of to call right now were her two brothers, but neither of them answered their phones. She didn’t leave a message for them either. What was there to tell? She had just wanted to hear their voices.
    She sat in a vegetarian restaurant run by Hare