2.21
An hour later and she had scarcely moved. She contemplated taking a shower when her phone rang. It was Thomas. After the ritual exchange of how are you, he invited himself round after dinner.
‘About eight okay?’ He sounded ebullient. Before she had a chance to tell him that was fine he hung up.
He arrived about half-past eight carrying his violin case and a bottle of wine.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ he said, kissing her cheek.
He set down the violin case just inside the door.
‘Aren’t you going to serenade me?’ Yvette said.
‘I’ve just had an audition.’
‘Fantastic,’ she said enthusiastically. ‘For an ensemble?’
‘For a gypsy folk band.’
‘I won’t have heard of them.’
‘The Romanas.’
‘How did it go?’
‘First rehearsal next week.’ He was grinning.
‘That’s great.’
‘I’ll let you know when
