Let him down gently….
I nudge Michael on the elbow, then wander across, glass in hand, moving slowly to take some of the ache from my leg….
Cold, damp weather….
Fucking lousy winters…
A voice from the side. “Hello, James.”
I nod… “Marcie…”… and keep walking.
Her over-made face twists from some version of a winning smile to a scowl as I cruise by, the wind in my sails.
A smile flirts around Borje’s mouth as I arrive. “James, good to see you. How’s it hanging?”
Given the venue, doubtless he thinks his choice of phrase is cute….
Borje nods to where Marcie is circling, looking for another unwary swimmer. “I see you still have a fan club there.”
I grimace. “Not if she were the last woman on earth….” He grins. “…. It’ll be Michael next, just watch.”
“I am watching.” Amusement glints i
