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He says you’re skilled too and Mr Barnes should know. One day he is going to be a star. I’m perfectly serious on that part,” said the Professor. “Mr Barnes has gone to the Yorkshire Literary Festival. He finally won a competition after he sent some little manuscript he’d worked up in his spare time. He’s got an agent now and he’s up there to talk to a publisher and perform some readings of his piece. It’s something I’m sure you’d like to hear.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes, I think you would. That’s the address. He’ll be there for a few days yet.”
    I smiled at the Professor, my gratitude shining out at him. I wanted to hug him, but I knew there were professional boundaries all round him like invisible red lines so instead I just smiled as hard as I could.
    “I’m sure it’s hard to believe, Miss Pearson, but I too was young once,”
    “Actually, Professor Cantor, it’s not that hard to believe. Not at all. Thanks,” I said and left the Professor smiling to himself in his dim little office. I decided Professor Cantor wasn’t that bad after all…
    I didn’t want to break into my college fund too much, so thankfully the money from my job at Purdy’s was able to take the strain. I bought a ticket at New Cross Station, taking the few grubby clothes I’d had with me at Brandon’s and made my way towards Central London, and back out again for the big journey to York. Finally, I was going to get a break away from Brandon’s clutches. No matter what Brandon could do to me, he really couldn’t affect me at all while I was away up North. Already I was breathing freely again, and I was excited, because I was going to see Cody. Cody, the competition winning writer, a man who spoke highly of me to Professor Cantor. As I thought of the Professor’s words, I wondered just how much Cody had spoken of me, and whether there really was a romantic interest there. From the glint in Professor Cantor’s eye, I hoped there was.
     
    Seven hours later, I was in York. It was colder than London by degrees but it was truly pretty, atmospheric too and the air was noticeably cleaner. I had the address for the Festival in York. I’d Googled it and saw that today’s venue was a pub near the town’s central library. It was a multi- venue event, with a pub called The Great Stag housing poetry readings and later readings from new authors. Cantor’s note suggested Cody would be on this billing. The readings started at 8pm. The poets performed from 7pm. I had never really been a literary girl when I lived at home, but in the short time since I joined Smiths College I’d had a relationship with rock and roll writer Brandon Lynes, and now here I was pursuing my newly published friend, Cody Barnes. I couldn’t yet fathom it, but I told myself the rules - Cody was my friend, that was all, and I needed to see him badly. I hadn’t even booked into a hotel in York as yet, and the day was almost done, the poetry readings all but finished. The Great Stag pub was well done, with lots of space between the sofas and the tables. I sat back on an old brown leather Chesterfield, reading the festival brochure and avoiding a few inquisitive gazes from guys who were clearly wondering whether I was alone. I didn’t give them any encouragement. I drank and kept my eyes down. I heard Cody’s voice first, warm and familiar and full of mirth, bringing light to my mood. I smiled without looking then I turned around to face the door. Cody didn’t see me, so he didn’t see my smile drop off a cliff. Cody held the door open for a glamorous looking lady with long flowing brown hair and plenty of style. The woman was in her mid-thirties maybe, and was wearing a chic little suit. She looked sexy and cool, while here I was in yesterday’s clothes fresh from getting crumpled and tired on an inter-city train. Suddenly, I was unsure of myself. I watched them laughing and sharing a joke, oblivious of me and everyone else. Right then, I wondered why