Chapter Twelve
When they parted Marcus had told Roxanna he needed to see her again as soon as possible. There was much to talk about. She agreed to come the day after next, in the afternoon. She arrived looking cool and sophisticated in a crisp white cotton blouse and a black pencil-slim skirt just above the knee. Her shoes, black with kitten heels, elegant and expensive.
They sat in his study, drinking coffee.
‘You’re sure about this, are you?’ he said.
‘I’ve never been more sure about anything,’ she said.
‘We need to talk,’ said Marcus. She waited for him to begin.
‘What are you going to do about your husband?’ he asked.
There was a long silence. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘Can we put off a decision? If I’m going to leave him I need to think that through. It won’t be easy.’
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