SUNDAY 10PM – COLIN FOSTERShe's different tonight somehow, guarded, yet full of bravado, a fake smile, a glinting eye. Something has shifted within Colette. The sexy, sophisticated pussycat is watchful, and one can easily guess upon whom her sharpened claws are preparing to swipe. As I watch her deftly pour us a second glass of claret, swathed in a jersey jumpsuit, dressed to kill, there's a definite aloofness in her composure. Maybe the incident this afternoon is connected. She still hasn't explained why it became necessary for me to escort Miss Rafiq to the cafeteria.
I decide to probe, forcing a jaunty air into my enquiry.
“Are you feeling completely recovered now Colette?” I venture, taking the proffered glass of wine. “You seemed most unwell this afternoon, almost as though you'd se
