Chapter ThirteenTerry's place was
a little daunting at first. One of those ultra-trendy candidates
for a feature on Top Billing—so very different from my own place
which (at its best) is called eclectic Bohemian, but is more often
referred to as student décor; reflecting my love for browsing flea
markets and charity shops, both of which suited my pocket
perfectly. I hadn't known what I had expected Terry's place to look
like, but it went very well with the Audi.
The marble-topped
ultra-modern kitchen, complete with recessed lighting, greeted me
like a cold mother. The silk Persian carpet, lounging elegantly by
the expensive-looking stone fireplace decorated with ethnic art
pieces, seemed to cast me a disdainful glance before ignoring me at
a swish party. I felt utterly self-co
