Chapter Three
I was awake when Jackie woke up. She stared at the ceiling lost in thought for a few minutes then got up without saying a word. When I went downstairs, she was sitting in the conservatory. Usually when Jackie is low her natural optimism will pull her through. Its best if I say nothing. But it always makes me nervous when I see her thinking deeply. I felt the need to disrupt whatever train of thought she was following.
“How is the hangover this morning? Are you going to be able to pack?” She looked me in the eye, as if studying my face for the first time. I looked away.
“Do you love me, Ian?” She asked. There was no pathos in her voice, just curiosity. I started shaking. “I mean, what is this really? What are we doing here?”
I sat on the arm of the couch, unsure how to ans
