Chapter Eight
Lettie’s impatience with my wife hadn’t lessened any and she picked up right from where she left off when Terry called her back from the Biggin Hill car-park:
“So, which one was it: Waterloo or Tower?” Lettie asked the moment she answered.
“Heh?”
“The bridge that guy sold you?”
Terry made no reply to this and Lettie must have sensed her anger on the other end just as I did because her tone became more understanding and more… helpful.
“Look, my love, I’m not trying to put you down. But you and Harry have a great marriage and I’d hate to see you lose it because of a piece of storytelling. s**t, I’ve read the book the same as you and it was all I could do not to order Gavin to prostrate himself at my feet and give my toes a good long sucking. This as I did myself with one
