Anyway, since three is a crowd even in the best of circumstances, I knew the sensible thing was for me to withdraw. And so I did, wondering when I would get the next chance to spend some time with this man . I greeted Mrs Moses courteously, excused myself and quietly left them, careful not to look at Moses as I left, being fearful that my eyes might give us away as I'd heard all those stories about women and their intuition. I had chosen to come to the Shrine on my own tonight and I felt alone. I knew that in this huge crowd gathering outside forming itself into queues, there would be people I know from campus. But I wasn't in the mood for raucous banter. The person I really wanted to be with was somewhere inside this building. And he has a wife! The realisation of how untenable my position was suddenly hit me. However, even his wife couldn't stop me from watching him while he was on stage. And that is what I did, having joined a queue, paid the entrance fee and made my way to exactly the same position next to the stage where I had been last Tuesday when I first met him.
I had been standing there for about 15 minutes, sipping a Guinness from the bottle when Mrs Moses, who I later learned is called Grace, brushed past me. She turned to say sorry and then her eyes lit up when she realised who I was. "Oh, its you", she smiled at me and I smiled back. It was clear to me that she was here for the very same reason as I was, to watch her (or was it 'our') man perform on stage. Forward of where I was standing were some seats. There were only few seats arranged close to the stage, but in truth there was hardly any need for seats at the Shrine because most people just stood and watched and danced and jumped when the show got going. But there were seats available at the front, many of them reserved for special guests. I watched Grace from behind as she made her way to the very front row of seats and perched herself delicately on one of them in a way that only a woman can. There was an air of importance about her, sedate, demure, and the feeling that went through me at the time was a mixture of admiration and envy. Envy because it was this woman who got to enjoy this man with whom I was so besotted.