CHAPTER EIGHT
Eva was returning from her early morning walk with Dodie as Charlie walked out the front door to go to the office. The Mercedes was in the driveway, engine idling, Robert at the wheel. Charlie had recently changed tailors and his new slim line three-piece suit took years off him. Eva felt a warm rush of pleasure as she looked at him.
'When will you be home?' she asked.
Every morning she asked him the same question; it made her sound so wifey-dependent, but she couldn't help herself.
'I don’t know. I’m going early to boxing, I’ll do my usual shower and change there, and afterwards Sol and I are having dinner tonight with a couple of potential investors. It could be a late one, so don’t wait up for me.'
He gave her a peck on the cheek and she watched as he got into the car
