Brian caught the eastbound night bus and was gratified to see some light-hearted couples, clearly excited after dancing at the Palais - his timing was good for a return to his mother’s. He’d felt suddenly glum as he walked away from Aunt Pen’s, remorseful even. Was this ‘post coital tristesse’? There hadn’t been real coitus. Everything but. He hopped off the bus a couple of stops early, he needed time to compose his thoug...