James
I wake in the deep of the night, my mind whirling. Beside me, not merely sleeping, but I’m pretty sure, unconscious, lies Charlotte. Beyond her, Michael, his breathing steady with sleep.
But sleep escapes me, after the comedy end to the evening, it comes crashing back to me; the revelations at dinner and the discussions afterwards. My mind churns; endless spirals of thought revolving in on themselves and going nowhere….
What do I say to her…?
…. She mustn’t think I"m trying to spy on her….
It’s important that I let her tell me herself….
Abandoning any attempt to sleep, I rise, quietly dressing and go downstairs.
Perhaps a brandy will help….
…. Richard won’t mind….
…. He’ll understand….
The lounge is lit by the weird half-light of Richard’s laptop. After we left in search o
