Elizabeth stands, her voice as angry as I have ever heard. “Enough you men! Leave her alone. She’s had enough without you digging and probing. Let her enjoy her meal.”
Ah… my Love….
…. I always think of you as soft, but you’ve got steel when it’s needed…
An awkward quiet falls, to be broken once more by Elizabeth. Her tone conversational again, she turns. “So, what do you do Michael? Are you an architect or engineer too?”
He’s still holding Charlotte’s hand. “No, not me. I run ‘Life and Fitness’ down in the West End.”
Runs it? Or owns it?
“Really?” I say. “I think Elizabeth uses your services a couple of times a month, don’t you Beth?”
“Yes, I go there with my friends sometimes for a massage, and to use the gym….”
The way Elizabeth’s looking at him….
…. He’s a handsome man….
“….
