Chapter Ten
The Albatross
One man’s dress is another man’s frock
After years of wondering what it would be like to wake up without his wife, Charlie finally knew. There was no great elation, no celebrations, just an empty, rudderless feeling that wouldn’t go away, except when Deloris came around.
Deloris was standing in his caravan, taking up the hem of the dame’s petticoat. Charlie passed her a tea, milky with sugar, just how she liked it. He watched her negotiate the mug while clutching a pin between her teeth. She slipped a strand of red hair behind her ear and began to giggle about the caravan. “Could it be any smaller?”
The pin didn’t move an inch.
Charlie was glad of her visits; they took his mind off things, stopped his thoughts circling. Thoughts that kept him awake at night.
