They had agreed to meet in the forecourt of the museum, away from prying eyes and snooping ears. Just the two of them involved in this disintegrating marriage, trying to find mutual ground and just the smallest of salvageable item. Banish-ed are the mothers-who-know-for-best. Banish-ed are the fathers-disappointed-in-childish-choices. Just the two of them – husband and wife.
From the vantage point of the only table bathed in morning sunshine, Alice monitored the empty gateway, vaguely realising that she was setting Eric up to fail, and he still over a block away, in the shadows of the canyons that are modern cities. He would stride through the gateway, in that lanky, loose manner of his, his hands sunk deep into the pockets of his jeans. He would see her, then the judgement writ large upon her frowning face. She could see him pivot and walk away.
Alice turned to face the sun.