And at half past nine in the evening at that restaurant table in Portugal, Mary continued, someone gave me a piece of marzipan and it all came back. And I thought: am I really going to spend the rest...
I was aching—all my body was aching for him, and I could tell he felt the same—and we were both almost too shy to move. Almost. But one of us did and then without any interval between—it was like a qu...
My flat's about half a mile away, and you know what I'd like most of all in the world? I'd like a cup of tea. Come on, let's go and put the kettle on.
She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, except that she knew that if she fooled around for long enough, without fretting, or nagging herself, she'd find out.