‘What brings you back?’ she said lightly.
‘Your exhibition of course. Rosalind told me.’
‘Don’t be absurd,’ she said with a self-deprecating smile, for she couldn’t imagine Fritz making that enormous journey for a local art exhibition.
‘And a conference,’ he admitted.’ I’m presenting a paper at Monash next week. Couldn’t come to Melbourne without seeing you.’
‘You might have warned me.’
‘I wanted to surprise you.’
‘You did that,’ she said and made to go through the beaded curtain.
He followed and she held the curtain aside for him to pass through.
‘Drink?’
‘Sure.’
‘This calls for gin. You still drink gin?’
‘Of course.’
He sat down at the table and she could feel him watching her as she moved about the kitchen.
‘My apologies,’ he said as she proffered a glass. ‘I was heading st
