Chapter TwelveOnce again I find myself in the kitchen, trying to improvise an unexpected meal. Peter has meanwhile dried himself and is standing by the counter, watching me, wearing one of my bathrobes with, I'm assuming, nothing underneath.
“So where are you staying now?” I ask, while tossing some cooked chicken and greenery together into a large bowl. Hope he likes salads...
“When Stephanie and I separated we put the house on the market and I rented a flat closer to work. But I suppose it’s time to move now, there’s no more reason for me to be in the City," he explains.
“Are they still, you know…”
“What, Stephanie and Chris? I think so, frankly I don’t really care. They deserve each other," he responds. I regret asking but a quick glance in his direction suggests he didn't really min
