” Jeremy looks flustered and severely apologetic. Both women nod in understanding but issue no forgiveness just yet. Evelyn sits her lover down on t...e couch and cups her chin to inspect her jaw. Anger flares in her with so much ease it scares her. She leans in to place a kiss to the skin she knows will sport a bruise soon. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She whispers and rests her forehead on the brunette’s shoulder. “He made me so mad- talking about you in the way he was. Like you are. " What about your cheek? Won't you have a scar?"Carrie laughed. "Darrin has an attorney friend. Tom, that's his name, is talking with the Seven Eleven owner's insurance company. They'll take care of any plastic surgery I need. If they don't, we'll handle the surgeon ourselves out of the proceeds from the three-man show. I'm fine, Mom. Really." Okay, I'll talk to your father. Call me back in an hour. Okay." You can call me, Mom. We have a phone now. As Darrin's agent, I needed a phone. I have a. According to Mr Merridew you spentmost of the time sidling along with your back to the wall whilsttugging at your trousers. Mrs Merridew was quite put out by allregards." Oh God," Charlie groaned, "have I lost the sale?" Probably. But a sale doesn't matter, what matters is you and why youare being so weird. Now please don't tell me everything's fine becauseit isn't and I can't help you if you won't talk to me."Charlie blushed and took a deep breath before blurting out. "I'mwearing ladies'. They look so pretty and taste foul, but that doesn’t matter, so long as it looks good on the plate. Right? I picked over the carrots. Holding each one, checking it for length, thickness, bending it a little for freshness. Nothing quite like a good strong carrot, know what I mean?. Courgettes. You know them as zucchinis. Those green things that grow into marrows, great big things that don’t fit in the fridge never mind anywhere else. Half a dozen ought to be enough. Mushrooms and broccoli.