We were lovers for one night! One night in thirteen years.
Think of all the girlfriends you’ve brought to see me.
You didn’t expect me to be jealous of them. And now … and now …’ But she couldn’t go on. She saw the pain and the hopelessness in his eyes. She put her arms round him and kissed him gently.
‘Oh, Dexter,’ she said quietly. ‘I thought that I’d got rid of you. I thought that you weren’t going to be my problem anymore. All right, all right. I’ll phone Jean-Pierre and tell him that I’m ill. But Dexter, if you ever treat me badly and go off with other people. I’ll kill you. Do you understand?’