Now she looks as though she can’t move her arms.
“What do you think?” she says to Eddie.
“Yes, very nice,” he says, frowning at a copy of Road Map of Britain 1994. “Is it the A347? Or the A367?”
“Um … I think it looks nice with the jacket unbuttoned,” I venture. “More … relaxed.”
Tanya looks as though she suspects me of deliberately sabotaging her appearance.
“Yes,” she says at last. “Maybe you’re right.” She makes to undo her buttons—but she’s so trussed up, she can’t get her hands near enough. And now Eddie’s wandered off into the study.
“Shall I …” I offer.
“Yes.” Her neck flames red. “If you would be so kind.”
I move forward and undo the buttons as gently as I can, which is not very, given how stiff the fabric is. When I’ve finished she takes a step backward and regards herself
