That sounds strange in retrospect; but, then, everything does.
We still hadn’t done the Orient Express, though. That had been my crazy idea. Because I’d seen it in a film and thought it might be something different; a bit of high-class culture for the girl who loved that sort of thing. I supposed we probably never would.
mySo I agreed we’d do the Tate. She’d been before, but there was a new exhibition opening soon that she wanted to see. She said I’d enjoy it “more than the last one”, in a way that suggested she knew me better than I knew myself.
We paid – well, actually I paid, even though she’d insisted on splitting the bill. I told her to put her purse away, assuring her that dinner was on me. I even called it a “celebration”, because she’d netted the Dream Job. I registered the song
