Chapter Twenty
Rob Jackson told them that he had met Laura Scott in June last year. It had been instant for both of them. Laura had confessed it afterwards, once they were married, but at the time she had seemed almost angry. And had shunned him, even though he had sought her out and pleaded with her. But she had felt that she couldn’t deny everyone who had been so supportive of her over her years of thinking herself a lesbian.
‘I knew she felt the same way as me, it was in her eyes, in her manner. I couldn’t understand it at first. Why should she deny what we felt for one another? It wasn’t as if I was a derelict who slept under the railway arches.’ He tried a smile, but it fell flat.
‘All right, I wasn’t Rockefeller, either. But I had a good job, a career with prospects. It didn’t mak
