Chapter TenThe restaurant was
cosy, made to look like a farmhouse kitchen.
Jay took a cursory
look at the menu. “Beef Fillet,” he ordered.
I chose the lamb.
We both asked for Earl Grey tea. The waitress took the menu away
with a smile. We stared at each other. Jay's eyes were dark and
shiny, tiny water-droplets still stuck to his long eyelashes, his
hair sticking up like a porcupine. He was still furious. I caught
my reflection in a mirror. I looked like the ghost of a drowned rat
spooked by itself—all pale with soaking flat hair and wide
eyes.
“I really should
have ordered the Lobster Thermidor,” remarked Jay eventually.
I laughed. “And I,
the salmon.”
“It's not too
late.”
I wondered if he
meant changing the order or getting back into the mini and driving
off. So far,
