Another beach towel ruffles up next to me, settling on the sand. Michael sits beside me.
“I came to apologise too. Neither of us behaved well today. And my behaviour was worse. I knew that how James reacted wasn´t right, but I let him do it anyway because I was jealous too."
My Master continues, “Next time you meet Haswell, just do what any sane woman would do: be polite and remember that he´s a married man."
“Who, incidentally," says Michael, “has a reputation for adoring his wife; worships the ground she walks on apparently..."
I nod, unspeaking.
“It´s late," says my Master. “Come back to bed?"
“In a while." I stare out to sea, not looking at either of them. After a few minutes´ awkward silence, they both return to the house.
What am I doing here?
What kind of woman sets up with
