EIGHTEEN
Mandy woke first, cuddled up to Jack who was facing away. She had fallen asleep with him embracing her in much the same way; it all felt right. She thought of retirement. A pipedream, they would both get bored very quickly, but it was nice to fantasise about the cross-channel ferry. She jiggled him as she chuckled; he muttered a short “Mmmm”. Mandy thought about Exeter this weekend, Liz and Carly, she was still uncomfortable about her daughter’s lesbian relationship, but it was getting better, then she jolted. ‘What did you mean, “Liz and Carly might want to tell us something”?’
‘I didn’t say that,’ still sleepy.
‘You did.’
‘No, I said Liz and Curly,’ now on red-alert.
‘What did you mean?’
‘Just a feeling,’ and he turned to her. ‘I love you, Amanda Bruce.’
She kissed him, ‘
