We can work it out.“
”It would be wonderful to have you back.“
Paul still looks troubled. ”But please don't feel any sense of obligation“
”I'm not doing this out of obligation! I'm doing it because . . . it just feels right.“
”Well, I think it's a very good idea,“ Mum puts in. ”That's it, then,“ I say. ”Settled.“
”Obviously you won't want t o . . . “
Paul hesitates awkwardly. ”I mean... I'll take the guest suite.“
”I would appreciate that,“ I say, trying to match his formal tone.
”Thank you, Paul.“ ”Well, if you're sure about this...“
His whole face has brightened. ”Let's do this properly, shall we?“ He glances questioningly at my wedding ring, still lying on the cabinet, and I follow his gaze. ”Yes, let's!“ I nod, suddenly excited. He picks up both rings and self-?consciously I
