19
Upstairs, I read the note more fully:
Jack,
Can you meet me at 9 p. m. in the Fair Green?
I’ll be waiting where the City Link coaches park.
Ann
My heart was pounding, sweat breaking out on my brow. I’d have massacred a double Jameson. Had told myself a thousand times, “You’re so over her.” … Sometimes, I’d even believed it. Once to Jeff, I said, “I’m over Ann.”
He’d been stocking the bar, paused, asked,
“You give her the acid test?”
“What?”
“That’s when you see her with a guy, he’s got his arm round her, she’s smiling up at him and you watch them, feel OK. That happens, you’re over her.”
I’d made some smart-ass reply. Course, I’d never seen her thus and prayed I never would. Obviously, I’d have failed. Tests were never my strong point, especially if they involved character.
