She realised that a man sitting on the bench just in front of her was the man in the book shop. The shoes started to misbehave. It was too late to turn back, she would feel a fool ‘turning on her heels’ just as she approached him. She just needed to keep her nerve long enough to make it past him. But the shoes weren’t having any of it. Just as he looked up and smiled at her in recognition, snap went the right heel and over she went right …