CHAPTER SIXTEENMichael dialled Delphine’s number, conscious of the breathing presence of the kanga a few paces behind him.
“Hi Kiddo!”
“Papa! It’s me!”
He felt a kind of limpness, a physical sweetness at the sound of Delphine’s voice.
“I cannot speak for the while because Colin is letting me drive but before I go–” she gasped.
“You’re driving what?”
“Le bateau. Colin showed me how to do fishing and I caught one that was enorme – I do not know the name – and we went to a restaurant and I saw Robert Pattinson, or it could have been Daniel Radcliffe I’m not sure, in a helicopter, but I couldn’t get his autograph. You can speak to Colin now because I must do some steering–”
He was thinking of why it should cut him so, the idea of them fishing together. It brought back memories he though
