Chapter Seven
“I thought you’d be furious”, Jackie said, breaking a silence between us that had lasted most of the flight home. She waited until we were leaving Stansted on the drive home before she broached the subject. In the closed quarters of the car, I had little choice other than to engage. I thought back to how I felt in Hank’s kitchen. I was hungover, ashamed, but anger never came into it. In fact, Jackie wasn’t really a factor in how I processed that night at all.
“I wasn’t sure what I felt. But not anger, and certainly not at you”
“So, did you enjoy it?” She asked. It was 5:20pm, caught in rush hour traffic coming out of London. We were going to have this conversation whether I wanted it or not.
“I had fun”
“Anna said nothing happened between you guys”, she continued. It was
