You've played a trick on your body.Except Nick hadn't played that game, he was an art student, not a psychology one."Honestly Nick," said Monica, "Wha... did you do at parties when you were at school?" Then as Nick opened his mouth to reply she went on. "No, don't tell me, I've an idea that it might lower the tone of the evening. Do you really mean to say that you've never tried it?" Wrong question, Mon," cut in Fiona. "You should know that our country boy has a one track mind. You've never tried. She must have roused herself but a few minutes before I opened my sleepy eyes to glimpse her out on the hood greeting the day. She picked up the brush she had carefully packed into her bag with her and brushed her hair till it was shimmering. Even out in the woods she groomed fastidiously. Though the rest of us bore the dirt smudges and rustled hair that we’d picked up on our three days in the bush, she had made a point of getting herself up early, she liked being clean. Her bare feet landed. "I won't be telling dad anything," I said slowly, "because there isn'tanything to tell. There aren't any changes in my life, and there won'tbe any."My speech was met by unconvinced looks from my mother and Lauren."This needs to stop," I said. "Look, Lauren, you wanted to see me wearmy dress properly, now you have. Okay?"I could feel my voice was about to break so I paused to take anotherbreath. Curious eyes peered at me from all sides."I don't want to do this anymore," I said, "I don't want to. Black hat, white hat, you know how stories and “history” tend to be written. People are labelled and given convenient hats to wear. Continuing to play the role of “PhD student” during the cataclysmic events of the war seemed rather too pedestrian for adventurous young Jean. The student flexed his father’s high political connections. With his Russian language skills Langham was soon offered a sensitive post in MI6. At the stroke of a bureaucratic pen Jean became the personal assistant and.