Chapter Five
Gavin Morton and his wife Colette, had been our closest friends for some time now, he was Maria’s godfather and Colette had stood up for Deanna. They were an attractive couple a year or two younger than me but still a ways older than Terry. Gavin and I had started together with the agency and grown with it, though I knew he was envious that I’d managed to finagle the part-time work enabling me to work from home and cut out the daily commute while he was forced to endure it still. Colette didn’t work – hence his inability to go part-time himself – and they made a pretty attractive couple, even if they were in their late-forties.
“You’re quiet tonight, Harry,” observed Colette, after a joke from Gavin was well-received from all at table bar one.
“Yeah, sorry, Lettie,” I said,
