Chapter Twenty-Six
DelphineAfter my shower, I want to drink a bottle of champagne and sleep for sixteen hours, but I can’t. I have a podcast interview later this afternoon, and a conference call with a publicist from a charity I rep, and then I have my biweekly phone call with Mummy and Daddy. They’re on some pseudo-business, pseudo-holiday trip to Cyprus, and are already sunburnt and blotto by the time I ring. But they’re still as sweet as ever, and when I change into pajamas and curl up in Rebecca’s big bed alone, I find myself truly and achingly homesick.
Not for home necessarily, but for Mummy and Daddy and Gimlet and Rumswizzle, our springer spaniels. For laying on the sofa with my head in my mother’s lap, for listening to Daddy read something aloud to us while Gimlet snores nex
