Wednesday 11th OctoberSusi and I meet inside our usual Italian restaurant. I am already sitting at a table with an aperitif in front of me. Punctuality was never Susi’s strong point. Ten minutes after the appointed time, she comes bouncing over. White bandage dress. I think that’s what it’s called – so tight must be uncomfortable. Though it’s stretch. “You want to watch how you sit in that dress,” I say. Low cut with two lunar shaped bulges trying to get out, and thick-off-the-shoulder straps. Vertiginous black stilettos.
“Darling, good to see you again,” she says.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you again, too. You’re looking good. Wasn’t necessary to get dolled up like that. You’re only having dinner with me, you’re not on the pull now.”
“You never know, Mary. Always good to be smart. You ne
