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waving our arms, demanding to know where Mike had met her and when. If we’d been Afghan, French or Brazilian we would have come out with at least some of the questions we were dying to ask. Instead we simply nodded and stood quite silently.
    Then Kate broke the spell. ‘Congratulations! Wonderful!’ she said, then kissed Rosalie and Mike, who clutched her hand.
    ‘Bless you, Kate,’ he said.
    Mum and Dad followed suit, murmuring politely, and Tom and Gibbo shook his hand bashfully. For all his Antipodean forthrightness Gibbo could clearly hear ancestral voices calling when an awkward situation loomed.
    Mike hung their coats on the long wooden rack in the hall, and took Rosalie upstairs to show her their room, the long low one at the front of the house with the rose wallpaper, which Mum said was so appropriate for Rosalie, as if she’d known her brother-in-law was about to turn up with a complete stranger to whom he’d just hitched himself. We stood around like Easter Island statues, until they came back, five or so minutes later, looking rather ruffled.
    ‘Get rid of that God-awful gin and let’s have a proper drink.’ Mike produced two bottles. ‘We brought some champagne.’ He whipped off the foil and wire, popped a cork and out it flowed, thick and creamy, into Dad’s empty sloe-gin glass, which Mike now drained.
    There was a silence. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. Kate hummed and looked at the cornices.
    ‘Let me get some more glasses,’ said Mum suddenly, and hurried into the kitchen with Chin.
    ‘We met at a law conference in November,’ Mike said, out of the blue, as Rosalie smiled up at him.
    ‘ This November?’ Dad enquired, like a man in the final throes of strangulation.
    ‘Nuts, Rosalie?’ Tom asked innocently.
    ‘Shut up,’ I hissed.
    ‘Well, thank you – Tom, is it?’ Rosalie breathed, and flashed him a brilliant smile.
    Tom coughed.
    ‘So…when did you decide to get married, then?’ Dad stammered.
    ‘Well…’ Rosalie and Mike looked at each other and giggled.
    ‘Well, John,’ said Rosalie, ‘you’re not going to believe this, but we got married yesterday! City Hall, eleven thirty a.m.! Then we decided to get on a flight over here.’
    ‘I’m going to check on the glasses,’ said Tom, to no one in particular, and left.
    ‘But how did you get a flight at such short notice, Rosalie? Aren’t they all booked up?’ Jess asked.
    ‘ Weeeell ,’ said Rosalie, ‘you have a very wonderful uncle.’ She clenched her hands into tiny fists and punched the air. ‘Hey! Thank you for this man!’
    I glanced covertly around me, not sure whom she was thanking. Us? The Lord? Jim’ll Fix It ?
    She went on, ‘He actually had me booked on to a flight the week after we met – he was always going to get me to come over with him because he wanted me to see your beautiful home. And, I must say, it’s such an honour to be here. You truly have a really…beautiful home.’
    ‘Oh dear, where are those glasses,’ I said, and slid out of the room.
    At the kitchen table, Mum, Chin and Tom were whispering like the three witches in Macbeth. They sprang apart guiltily as I walked in, then visibly relaxed.
    ‘I was just telling them he met her at a law conference last month !’ Chin hissed across the table at me.
    ‘I know,’ I said.
    ‘And they only got married yesterday !’ Tom said, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis.
    ‘I heard that too,’ I said.
    They looked at me crossly, as if I was ruining their fun.
    ‘I can tell you that she’s just given thanks for such a wonderful man and she thinks our home is really beautiful,’ I said, with a glance over my shoulder to make sure the coast was clear.
    ‘Noooooooooo!’ they chorused.
    ‘Also that Mike booked her on the flight home a week after they met because he knew even then he wanted us to meet her.’
    ‘Noooooooooooooooo!’
    ‘Yes,’ I said, much gratified at their reaction.
    ‘Is she a