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of working on a project like that, something that would stand as an icon of contemporary architecture.
    The thought was an unwelcome reminder of my current status as a freelancer. I should do something about that. Later, once I’d solved the current aura situations perhaps. Pulling my mind back to the problem at hand, I strolled along the Embankment, inhaling the musty cellar smell of the Thames. After thirty minutes, I still didn’t know what to do about Anita. My hurt feelings seemed to be blocking my thought processes and I couldn’t come up with a single idea on how to break down the barrier between us.

CHAPTER SIX
    I decided to take the tube the rest of the way home, not because I was tired of walking, but because I was weary of wrestling with my thoughts. Anita’s reaction had been understandable and I couldn’t blame her for it. But, as always, when confronted by someone who didn’t believe that I could see auras, I struggled. Should I just start ignoring the auras, pretend I didn’t see them, let fate take its course? That approach would certainly smooth the path of my many tortuous relationships with friends and family.
    I got off one stop before my own, remembering that I needed to visit Josh’s flat to water his plants and collect his post. When his small mailbox in the lobby filled up, the postman started leaving the letters in a pile on the floor, which upset the landlady.
    Today, among the usual bills and flyers was a postcard depicting red-tiled roofs and stone towers against a backdrop of snow-capped mountains. Turning the card over, I saw that it was from Munich. The handwriting, in green ink, crammed every spare centimeter of space. Although I was curious, I put it, unread, with the other letters on the kitchen counter. I’d take it all back to my flat.
    Five minutes later, my watering duties complete, I picked up the post to put it in my bag. The image of brilliant blue sky and carmine rooftops again caught my attention. Unable to help myself, I flipped the card over and read it. The scrawled name at the bottom confirmed that it was from Helena, Josh’s university girlfriend. All I knew about her was that she was half-English, half-German and that she’d gone back to Germany right after they’d graduated.
    Josh hadn’t been dating at all for the several years that I knew him before we got together. I knew he’d had a college girlfriend he’d been serious about, and I’d wondered if he was still in love with her. Mostly, it was his refusal to talk about her at all that had worried me.
    After the first few lines of the hope you are well variety, Helena wrote that she had a new job and had just moved to Munich. She included an email address and told Josh to get in touch. The last line caught my attention. “I miss you.”
    Really? After nearly four years? Did Josh still miss her? For a fraction of a second, I considered throwing the card away. Josh wouldn’t know anything about it. It seemed likely that Helena didn’t have an email address for him, or she would have communicated that way. But I couldn’t do that, so I put the card back in my bag. On my walk home under leaden clouds, I thought of that azure sky.
    Leaving the letters on the hall table, I went to my desk in the spare bedroom, intent on finishing my magazine project. I tried not to think about Helena, but her message ate away at me, destroying my concentration. There was no way to settle down to work. After looking at the clock for the umpteenth time, I decided to go for a run. There was even a remote chance that I’d see Scott again. I could check on whether his aura was still there.
    A strong wind shook the bare grey branches of the trees and there were few people in the park. I had the path to myself for the first half a mile or so and I ran hard, concentrating on my breathing and refusing to think about Helena or auras. A momentary break in the clouds allowed a solitary ray of sunshine to fall on the lake, illuminating a