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e sh e wa s i n te n years ’ time , surrounde d at thei r famil y dinin g tabl e b y no t one , no t two , bu t four one-track-minde d socce r fanatic s wh o wouldn ’ t car e i f she ha d day s o r week s t o liv e a s lon g a s Mancheste r Bloody Unite d wer e winnin g th e Leagu e o r th e Cu p o r whatever othe r life-changin g competitio n the y wer e competin g in thes e days !
    “Di d yo u pu t W orceste r Sauc e i n thi s again? ” asked Jame s i n distaste , an d tha t wa s it .
    Sh e ha d t o ge t awa y befor e sh e thre w somethin g at him .
    Sh e pushe d bac k he r chai r , too k of f he r Bist o Mum apron , flun g i t o n th e tabl e an d stompe d toward s th e back doo r , glancin g bac k t o se e i f he r grea t departur e ha d the desire d effec t o n he r neares t an d dearest , bu t th e loo k on he r husband ’ s fac e – o r lac k o f i t – spok e volumes .
    H e wa s stil l shakin g th e remot e contro l a t th e television. H e hadn ’ t eve n notice d sh e ha d moved .
    Bastard !
    S o sh e stompe d int o th e livin g roo m instea d an d turned o n th e T V . I f yo u can ’ t bea t them , joi n them , sh e thought, flickin g throug h th e channel s unti l sh e foun d a trashy realit y T V programm e whic h followe d a celebrit y couple an d thei r childre n aroun d o n thei r luxuriou s lifestyle . Just wha t sh e needed ! Chewin g gu m fo r th e brain ! Th e dishes coul d wait , th e homewor k coul d wait . Everythin g could wai t becaus e Poll y Kno x couldn ’ t b e arse d an y more . And besides , sh e ha d n o ide a wher e els e sh e coul d go .
    Ro b ha d th e tabl e se t t o perfectio n an d a stomach- rumbling , mouth-waterin g arom a o f garli c an d ginge r met T ess , alon g wit h a heft y glas s o f re d wine , whe n she walke d int o he r kitche n tha t evening . Th e light s were lowere d i n th e candleli t roo m an d i t looke d wonderfully inviting .
    “So , ho w wa s you r da y , m y favourite , mos t beautiful gir l i n th e world? ” h e asked .
    H e wa s s o handsom e an d th e wa y h e reste d hi s hands o n he r hip s an d looke d int o he r eye s a s h e spok e go t her goin g ever y time .
    “Mmm , le t m e thin k . . . si x classe s o f teenager s who excelle d i n learnin g th e beautifu l languag e tha t i s La Françai s an d a meetin g wit h a principa l wh o I am desperat e t o impres s bu t wh o woul d rathe r loo k dow n my to p tha n tal k business , s o al l i n all , a norma l da y a t the office . Ho w abou t you? ”
    Ro b pulle d he r close r toward s him .
    “ T wo games of poker at the station, one false alarm at th e ban k an d a mino r hous e fir e wher e a littl e ol d man almos t toaste d himsel f i n hi s electri c blanket . He ’ s all tucke d u p o n a ventilato r no w , poo r thing . Al l i n all , not a ba d we e shift. ”
    H e gav e T es s a deep , length y loo k o f absolute appreciatio n an d pulle d he r fac e clos e fo r a smouldering kis s tha t wen t o n fo r longe r tha n sh e coul d remembe r . Ro b ha d alway s bee n a n amazin g kisse r an d th e longer the y wer e togethe r , th e mor e sh e savoure d hi s talent . He smelle d o f soa p an d hi s kis s taste d war m an d salt y an d she sai d a silen t praye r o f thank s fo r th e glo w o f happiness tha t fille d he r righ t ther e an d then .
    “Babe , wer e yo u smokin g again? ” h e aske d whe n he pulle d bac k eventuall y . “Pleas e don ’ t smoke , T ess. ”
    H e wasn ’ t angr y . Ro b wa s neve r angr y a t he r bu t the way he said it spelt disappointment and she hated disappointin g him . Fo r al l he r amazing , top-of-the-class qualities , T es s ha d on e littl e vic e tha t sh e couldn ’ t quite kick . Sh e wa s a sneak y smoke r .
    “ I jus t ha d on e earlie r o n m y lunc h break, ” sh e said. “Oh , don ’ t loo k a t m e lik e that , babe ! I kno w I nee d to giv e u p bu t it ’ s seriousl y onl y whe n I’ m stressed . I’v e been