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5. SOME PEOPLE SMELL ROSES
Some people smell roses when death approaches. For me, it’s a stench.
I was sitting at the airport with my boyfriend Jay, waiting to fly to Lanzarote for a week’s holiday. I’d known him for about six months, and it was a leap of faith going with him at this point in our relationship. He was tall, dark, very good looking. Jay never passed a shop window without checking his appearance. He believed in equality of the sexes unlike some Asian guys I’d met. He was always happy to let me pay my way.
I suppose I was using this as a test to see whether our relationship had any future. Would we get on okay on holiday? How would he cope with the tedium of waiting for the plane? He was frowning at the noisy, blond toddler playing planes, zooming around near our seats.
