Chapter Six
Tom
Christine twirled slowly across the spiral carpet, her arms around him, his scent inside her head. He gazed down into her upturned face before placing a tender kiss upon her forehead. The pattern on the carpet rose out of the ground, swirling around the edges of romance.
They parted as the music stopped. She went over to the gramophone player and lifted the needle away from the vinyl. Approaching the table, she cleared the supper things away. Two plates, two knives and forks, half a bottle of wine and two glasses, almost empty.
“I have to be up early for the coach.” She leaned against the sink and rinsed the blood of the moment away.
He came and stood behind her. “Well, if you have to go, you have to.” As he said this, he advanced and put his arm around her waist. His
