Chapter Four
Henry
It takes two years and a TV remote to know the dark side of a partner.
Helen was a woman people didn’t notice much, except for Steven. He cared about his sister.
“All’s she needs is liberation from that d**k of a husband,” he used to say, and when I met her husband, I understood why.
Helen was still married to Henry when I first met her. We were sitting in their lounge room a week after our wedding, holding hands as Henry lit the fire. Henry was fresh from the pub and smelt of whisky, while Helen was in the kitchen doing something, according to Henry, “stupid with lentils.”
At the time I didn’t take any notice of her or her lentils. I was loved up and just wanted the visit to end. Henry was not an easy man to be around. He filled the room with his presence, demandi
