Susan became vaguely aware of someone halting, then sitting down on a bench diagonally opposite to her; an elderly man, probably in his mid to late seventies, neatly dressed in a tweed jacket and tan trousers, his bearing vaguely military. Putting down his bag, he patted the black Labrador’s head, and it lay down, its gaze fixed on Susan, its tail wagging slowly. Unfolding a broadsheet newspaper, he began to read it, absently fondling the dog, and Susan looked away from him, feeling that... Sign in to see full entry.