She"s so beautiful…. bright-eyed and full of fizz. She"s so alive, so happy…. And having her with me, what man could ask for more?
…. then she looks at James with that half-mad, almost obsessive look she wears when she sees him…. as though she can"t believe he"s real.
Why won"t you look at me like that?
…. Because I don"t treat you the same way he does….
…. I don"t behave the same way….
…. But do I want to?
She"s so in love with him and now she knows he loves her….
…. Where does that leave me?
“Fancy a walk by the beach?” I offer her my hand, wriggling my fingers in invitation. Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me.
“I’d love to,” she replies, rising smoothly from her seat. “Just give me a minute to change my shoes.”
She changes from house-shoes to a pair of more rugged sandals, bu
