TenLondon, Doreen's apartment, the same day
No way. Absolutely no way whatsoever, let hell freeze over, let the skies crumble and fall, let Atlantis rise from the seas again and mammoths roam the earth once more before I ever let Charlie back into my life.
DOREEN FINISHES CLEARING UP THE MESS in the bathroom; Charlie had only picked up the larger pieces of glass, leaving the rest for her to do. Typical! She swept up the glittering needle like shards of mirror glass into a dust pan and brush and then into plastic supermarket bags from Tesco's and the Co-op, cleaning up the mess from the broken jar of cold cream, and she now noticed, or rather smelled, that a bottle of her favourite perfume, 'Paris' by Yves St. Laurent, had broken when knocked from the shelf over the basin. Dennis had boug
