Chapters (67)
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‘Do you happen to know how long it is after you’ve given them notice that you can be married?’
He wanted to kick himself because he should have stopped, he should not have said it or anything like it, anything within a million miles, and when she backed off and warned him again about Time . . .
‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘Rachel, I’m so sorry, I blurted it out and you’re furious now.’
‘I’m not furious.’
‘Well, annoyed.’
‘Not even that. Oh God, Simon, dearest Simon . . . with you it’s all either feast or famine.’
‘Oh.’
‘Think about it.’
‘So which is it now?’
‘I don’t know about you but I’ve had a bit much of famine. I thought today marked the start of . . . maybe a feast. Didn’t it?’
‘Yes. Yes, yes, yes!’
This time, seconds after they had finished the call, it was Rachel who rang back.
‘What you wanted to know and I said you had to google it.’
‘Yes?’
There was a silence and he held his breath.
‘I couldn’t be bothered to google it either.’
‘Oh.’
‘But – I’m pretty sure it’s twenty-eight days.’
