“I’m so, so sorry, the traffic was just terrible. I’m sorry, have you been waiting long?” The agitated middle-aged redhead parked a large handbag on the chair opposite me and looked apologetic. I smiled and laughed, “It’s fine; don’t worry; please don’t worry about it.” “I am sorry, the traffic…” I shook my head, smiling, “Please don’t worry. I’m just glad you made it. Sit down and relax; I’ll get us some coffees.” “Thank...