Chapter 38Angela
The coffee shop finale was as horrible as it could have been.
I went home and slumped on the sofa in the empty flat. Oh my God, that was hard. I didn’t know if it was the right thing, but then I didn’t know what the right thing was. I had examined all the evidence and made a firm decision. The decision was empirically correct. That was for sure.
I looked at the time. I had to get ready for the garden party, but frankly, I could have lived without it. I felt exhausted for my ten minutes of severe concentration. My own brutality had emptied my emotional reserves.
I dragged myself into the shower, did my makeup, and put on the frock. I looked good. Really good. I resolved to scrub up more often when I was doing whatever I was going to be doing next.
Dave had booked a lim
