Chapter 3As we were driving south – Aziz at the wheel – I smiled to myself, remembering how the three of us went to buy some trousers for Aziz and Mark and then went to the beach store and bought Mark a ring-cushion. I made the purchase under the pretext that it was for my baby who was learning to swim. But I couldn’t avoid asking Mark his opinion as to the dimension of the little inflatable ‘life-saver’.
“Do you think it will fit?” I had asked with the most innocent smile crossing my lips.
“What do you want me to tell you?” Mark had said, shrugging his shoulders and with a flash of irritation in his eyes.
“I think that should do the trick,” Aziz had commented while Mark had been glaring at him. “He’s not that big really and it should fit him very well actually.”
Once we had been out
