He held her hand on the table, wrapping his fingers round hers. He knew the small, neat shape of it so well.
‘For a while I was seeing another man,you know,’ she said.
‘Well, fine; whatever,’ he told her.
‘But it didn’t work out.’ Sarah said. ‘After a certain age I think people just don’t have a choice. You’re who I’m with.It’s too late for me to change. I’ve used up too muchof my life now.’