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Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Nadim Rub’s Most Magnificent Deception
  4. The Alchemic Conception of
  5. The Puppy Love of Parvez Khan
  6. The Crushed Rose Petals of a
  7. The Relative Cost of Gold
  8. The Beginning of the Double Life
  9. The Triumphant Return of Ricky
  10. Of Sunflowers and Sunny Side Ups
  11. A Glorious Spring Wedding for
  12. The Importance of Not Forgetting to
  13. The Middle-Naming of
  14. The Married Life of Ricky Karim and
  15. The Musical Memories of Sharif Khan
  16. The Balti Ballads of Tooting Broadway
  17. Parvez Khan Mourns the Loss of Love
  18. Shona Khan Discovers Photos
  19. The Octopus in the Garage
  20. The Academic Pursuits of Omar Khan
  21. Between Greek Tragedy and
  22. The Balti Ballads Play Brick Lane
  23. The Trouble with December Evenings
  24. Châteauneuf du Pape in a
  25. Burnt Cookies and Driving Lessons
  26. Becoming Accustomed to a Face
  27. Ricky-Rashid Makes a Damning Discovery
  28. Shona Khan Makes a Damning Discovery
  29. Sharif Khan Meets an Angel in Tennis Shoes
  30. The Romantic Memories of Sharif Khan
  31. Omar Khan Celebrates May Day in Oxford
  32. Mrs Henna Karim Extends a
  33. The Dhaka Tea Party
  34. A Performance, a Bookmark and a
  35. Sharif Khan and the Terrifying Truth
  36. Won’t Let Us Have a Breakdown
  37. Confessions Across a Hospital Bed
  38. The Mother and Child Reunion
  39. Party in the Park
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. AN INTERVIEW

Dermot walked up to Shona, took her in his arms and kissed her fiercely, pinning her against the wall. She just stood there for a moment, not reacting at all, her arms hanging limply by her sides and still holding her papers; but then Dermot felt her almost lose her footing as her knees went weak, and he held her more tightly, almost picking up her slight frame as her lips softened against his.

‘Dermot, please,’ Shona said quietly. ‘Someone might walk in any moment.’

Dermot let her go, and reached forward and smoothed a strand of her hair back. ‘I know you feel something for me,’ he said. ‘I can’t go through the holidays not seeing you.’

‘Maybe it’s better just to leave it,’ Shona said, leaning back against the wall, as though her treacherous legs still couldn’t quite support her, looking down at the scuffed wooden floorboards. ‘I don’t know how we’d manage it.’

‘I do,’ said Dermot. ‘I’ve been thinking about it.’ He put his palm to Shona’s cheek, and was gratified to see that she turned her face towards it. ‘Shona, please look at me,’ he asked. Shona looked into his eyes, and he looked back into hers, chocolate-brown with flecks of gold, dark liquid eyes sparkling with depth. ‘I could give you driving lessons over the holidays, and you could repay me by giving me some French instruction. No one would think anything of it - it would just be two colleagues helping each other out.’

‘Let me think about it,’ Shona said after a long pause. Dermot looked into her eyes again, and unthinkingly leaned in towards her. ‘You’re getting too close,’ she said, half holding her breath.

‘You’ve got too close already,’ Dermot answered, his lips almost brushing hers. The turn of the squeaky brass knob made them both jump, and Shona dashed sideways into the cloakroom, leaving Dermot leaning awkwardly against the wall.

‘Dermot, are you all right, dear?’ Jane asked with concern, wondering what her head of languages was doing.

‘Not quite,’ Dermot answered truthfully. ‘I think I’ve got a bit of a funny head. I’ll be fine in a bit.’