Friendly face, tale told and light in the window.

1. When I am waiting for a lift, seeing a car coming with a familiar face behind the windscreen.

2. The night is shut out by red checked curtains and deep red sofas. I am drinking wine with fascinating people who tell sparkling stories -- the dancer who married a bigamous waiter; the decorator who was searching for his lost son ('but it won't affect my work'); a French woman who wouldn't let her children speak French; a family that has steadily moved west through the generations.

3. Coming home late, I see from the street that Katie has put the light on in my bedroom. When I get in, I find she has made my bed as well.

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