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You see, you can’t. ’ Roman laughed. ’ ‘Of course we would. ’ I was surprised by Roman’s mood. He seemed disengaged and sardonic for someone about to inherit the earth. ’ Roman asked softly. He turned my wrist over in his warm hand and breathed heavily. I’d never really looked at him before. ‘I should go inside,’ he said. ‘Candy’s about to sing. Mustn’t miss that. I bet you know what she’s going to sing. Don’t tell me! There must be one surprise tonight. Apart from meeting you out here, that is.
Their only son, no rebel, had left Babs soon after I was born. It was a mystery and a source of sorrow, possibly even embarrassment. Thank god they knew nothing about Babs’s affair with Julia. That would have been too much. My memories of those times are vivid. Babs was famously gregarious. Hers was the sort of bohemian kitchen that people used to write about in novels. Nothing was private — awkward for an introvert. Did that ratty place even have doors? When Julia took a bath she always left the door open.
We’re planning quite a striptease at the end of Act One. The only hitch is my suntan. ’ We spoke for a few minutes, but I had little to contribute. We’ve become so guarded. Candy said, ‘I wish it was last New Year’s Eve, when we were all together. ’ How could I forget that night? It was the beginning of something, or the end — though we didn’t realise at the time. ‘And the fuss . . and the journey . . ’ We drove down to Hatfield for the dual birthday party — Philip’s seventy-fifth, Roman’s twenty-first.