2003-03-02
I just got an email from Sona. I was asking him whether he could pick me up from Durham station when I get back from Washington (I was stupid and booked the train back on a day when no buses run. How...clever), and that he needn't worry about getting Catherine's number, as I managed to find it myself. Anyway, he's just replied; he's in New Orleans at the moment, which is why I haven't seen him for a while. He says that he should be back in time to pick me up, but we'll sort it out on Thursday. Oh, and he found something out about Catherine which he meant to tell me before he left:
She's engaged.
I think everyone got their signal-reading abilities mixed up last Saturday, somehow...