The unsure look on my face must have spoken volumes, because she quickly went through the clothes she had assembled for me to try on and handed me a r...d sequined spaghetti strapped top. "Guess you'll need this also," she said giggling.Before I could move or protest she closed the curtains on me. I guess it had been decided this is what I would try on first. It's not that I disliked what she had picked out for me, it was that I wasn't sure I could wear something like this. I stood dumbfounded. After he had looked away, after he thought he’drefused her, she’d walked up and spoken to one of hisfriends. He’d known she was asking about him by the wayher cool eyes slid over his face and body as she spoke, butwhat they said had been lost to him. Holding his drink inthe humid night air, surrounded by others but dreadfullyaware of her presence, that sudden sense of helplessignorance had made him lose track of his aversion tosmoky clothes and mouths that tasted of ash. When she’dfinally. Her love was supposed to be reserved for God alone. But the feelings she felt for Peter, surely this could only be love?She made up her mind.“There is a door in the convent walls up by the dairy, leading to the orchards,” she explained. “No-one uses it except when it’s the season to harvest the fruit, and the key hangs on a nail on the inside. Wait among the apple-trees at midnight. If I can get away, I will be there.”She looked earnestly into his eyes.“Peter, I need to pray about this,” she. True to his word, he came down to Rye about three weeks later and, in a funny sort of way, I think we were both surprised when he said that we should get married. ‘Conveniently, Ashley was born during the August school holidays.’ Linda laughed. ‘George picked up another second director job from Peter and the three of us – George, Ashley, and I – went off to Spain for a few months. When we got back from Spain, I went back to teaching and George continued to flit hither and thither.’ ‘And so what.