1984
When Jack asks me to, I leave Mrs Fairbairn and join him in his two-bed maisonette. We have a "moving-in-together" party and people buy us sauce bowls and matching towels and I buy an apron and a recipe book and spend a few evenings cooking for us, a housewifely turnabout he finds highly amusing. He comes up behind me while I am cooking, puts a glass of wine into my hand, slides his arm around me under my apron. We go to the launderette together and sit watching our underwear and shirts revolving around each other's.
I give my Sundays, Mondays and most Tuesdays to him, but the other nights still belong to the pub. He comes with me less and less often. When I arrive home late, he turns to me in the dark and often we make love, his body hot against my cold skin. I act drunk and outrag
