ELEVEN
They woke remarkably refreshed. Jack can sleep regardless of anything, courtesy of his ability to cultivate the art of denial. For Mandy this was not always possible. She had stayed up with Jackie, talking till past midnight, and climbed into bed dog-tired and cuddled up to Jack. He had this ability, just being beside her, to encourage the stress from her body. In bed that was, back at work he contributed to it; a balance in a way she supposed.
Jack and Mandy breakfasted at about half seven; there was no rush. Another positive contribution to the start of her day she thought. Jack under no circumstances allowed himself to be rushed in the morning, said, “If you start the day rushing, you rush all day and die earlier”. Well, something like that, it changed every time, but the gist
