Jasmine pulled a face.
‘Don’t be like that. I mean it. You have such strong inner confidence. And joie de vivre. But a quietness too. A still centre. Stay true to yourself, girl.’ He smiled, eyes shining. ‘And come and visit me when you need to see the sea and the sunshine.’
He released her hand and took a sip of his beer. ‘You still seeing that teacher?’
‘I see him in class every day.’
‘That’s not what I mean, and you know it. You sleeping with him?’
She looked away. ‘No. He doesn’t seem to be interested anymore.’
Stan said nothing.
‘I’d never have expected you to be a moral guardian, Stan.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘It means you’re hardly in a position to criticise me. You sleep with different men. Why should I be different? Besides I’m an artist and this is Paris. Most o
