James
The wee, small hours…. I lie in that semi-doze which, warm and comfortable and with my Jade in my arms, is so soothing, so restful, sleep itself seems barely needed.
But gradually, I realise that her breathing is not the slow steady rhythm of sleep. “Are you awake?” I murmur.
“Mmmm, yes.” Her voice is quiet, subdued.
I lean back, trying to see her face. “Are you alright?”
“Do you think we offended Richard?”
“No, I don’t. I think he was simply being careful of Beth’s feelings. Remember, he knew what was planned for the evening. She didn’t.”
She nods, a little sleepily, but looks dissatisfied….
Worrying?
Then the light dawns….
We all simply tumbled into bed. Michael went out like a light, but of course, he’d just finished ‘seeing off’ Beth. Charlotte….
…. and for that matter
