That same evening we went into town for a walk around and a drink on the port and Luke explained that he was off to the States for a fortnight at the end of he week. I was disappointed he wouldn’t be around for a while, although I had been aware that the book tour was coming up soon. I told him I was pleased and asked him a few questions about the cities he would be visiting. Then I had an idea. I asked Luke if he minded if I took Mork for walks sometimes when he was away. I knew that Monsieur Espoir usually took Mork out in Luke’s absence, but didn’t always have the time to take him as far as he really needed. Mork and I were firm friends by now and I felt that I could handle him. I promised that I would always keep him on the lead. Luke thought that it was a great idea and was sure that Mr Espoir would be relieved not to have to take him out every day.
When we sat down at a café for a drink, I wanted to record his phone number onto my phone, but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it, so he moved his chair closer to mine so that we were really close. He then showed me what to do – not that any of it sunk in, I was too busy enjoying the closeness of him. The waiter passed by and politely asked Luke to move his chair round so that he could get through. The moment of being really close to each other had gone.
I went round to receive my final instructions the day before Luke left, hoping that he couldn’t see through the cheerful enthusiasm which I didn’t really feel. I was going to miss him, but I didn’t know whether his feelings were reciprocal.
So Mork and I went for a good long walk every morning before it got too hot, sometimes in the evenings too. Mork listened attentively to everything I confided in him. I told him that I was falling for his master though I knew that it was wrong as he was married to Suzie. I wondered out loud how Suzie treated him (Mork), but he didn’t answer. He was always well behaved and once or twice I was glad to have him with me. Not all tourists were the kind you like to meet on your own in a lonely place.
Perhaps I’d lost track of time, I didn’t realise that two weeks had nearly gone. Mork and I were sitting on the beach watching the waves early one morning. The air was chilly, but the sun was shining and there was a beautiful blue sky. We intended to continue along the beach, cross the bridge at the port over to the other side and walk along the cliff top for a few miles. There wasn’t a soul in site, the way we liked it. Lost in the rhythm of the waves, I didn’t pay much attention when I heard a vehicle pull in over by the road. Then I heard the door slam and footsteps and sighed at the thought of having our perfect peace broken by another human
Mork suddenly started to become excited and nearly pulled me over. I managed to hold him back and stood up to see Luke walking towards us on the path! What else could I do but let Mork off the lead so that he could race over to his master? How I wished I could do the same, I must admit that I felt like a gooseberry, looking on at their reunion.
Eventually their attention turned to me. Even though the sadness seemed to have faded from his eyes, Luke looked tired and needed a shave, we hugged in a friendly fashion and I realised just how much I’d missed him and I was pleased, as I’m sure Mork was, when he agreed to accompany us on the rest of our walk. He’d arrived home a day earlier than planned and knew the route we usually took so he only had to drive round for a while to find us. So we walked along the cliffs and on the way back I drank orange juice while Luke had breakfast and coffee at one of the cafés at the start of the cliffs. The owner even brought out a bowl of
water for Mork. Luke was full of his trip to the States, but also wanted to know all about our walks. I told him about how safe I felt when I was with Mork as he could look quite fierce when he wanted too, and that I would miss our walks. Luke assured me that I could always take Mork for walks if I wanted to, when he was away and come along whenever he was theretoo.