Reflection 10Nothing I had ever known in my whole life had prepared me for David Durham.
I suppose, like all lonely children, I had invented a fantasy world of my own which had gradually evolved into the love-imaginings of an adolescent.
I had expected men to be strong and masculine, authoritative but tender, and rather respectful where women were concerned.
Of course, I must have based my conception of a man in love on the way my father treated my mother and his obvious adoration of her.
I had never imagined that anyone could be as vitally and irresistibly attractive as David Durham.
He took me to a small quiet restaurant where there were very few other people. The head waiter was pleased to see him and we were shown to a secluded sofa table in an alcove.
He ordered food for both of
