Chapter 33
“If Anne of Cleves wasn’t that bad looking, why couldn’t Henry get it up?”
For some reason David had taken to reading my history essays. He had said it was so he could keep up in conversations with his father and me. His parents had come to see him in Macbeth, bringing family friends with them, and we had all gone out to dinner. His father had again grilled me about some point of history. No matter what area I was studying, Julian Astwell had better knowledge than me.
“I’ve no idea. Why on earth are you reading that? It’s not exactly thrilling material,” I told him.
“On the contrary, you have a very engaging style. And I’m learning many fascinating things. I never knew Henry stayed friends with Anne afterwards. All I remember from O-Level history is a list of the wives and t
