Chapter 8The recollection of that glorious night would have been enough to last Raymond for months. As it was, there was no cause to repine. When he entered the front hall of his lodgings the very next day after work, the phone was already ringing. Having answered it, Mrs. Clarke passed over the instrument gingerly, and David’s cultured tones greeted him, invoking a heady sensation of relief.
Arrangements were made, and their regular trysts continued as February began and then drew to a close. Background tension in David’s work increased, and although frequent, their encounters were often snatched. The odd hour in David’s bed was sheer heaven for Raymond, punctuated by a drink or two at Charlie’s, lunch at Simpson’s on the Strand, and even a Saturday afternoon at the cinema, when halfway
