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- Acknowledgements
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- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
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- Chapter 87
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- Chapter 94
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- Chapter 115
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‘She looked really happy.’
‘You’re too soft with her,’ Ray intoned. ‘That woman walks all over you. I told you, you need to put your foot down.’
Ray had, indeed, told him that on many occasions. But was that really the way to run things? Greg had offered a lifetime of quiet, loyal steadiness, and it had worked for many, happy years. But it wasn’t working now.
What would he do if he was fishing? He wouldn’t just sit there moping. He wouldn’t keep on casting with the same bait, sitting in the same fruitless spot. He’d try something new, move on down the river. Anything to interest the fish in his bait. Perhaps that’s what he had to do now?
Ray sucked in a breath. ‘If I was you—’
Suddenly, Greg put down his rod and turned to his friend. ‘Tell me, Ray, how many times have you been divorced?’
His fishing companion looked taken aback. ‘Three. Four if Marla carries on the way she is.’
‘Then why, exactly, am I taking my relationship advice from you?’
Ray opened and closed his mouth, rather like the perch that was testing the bait at the end of his line.
Greg snatched up his own rod, broke it in two and hurled it in the canal. ‘That’s what I think of your advice.’
He had things to do – he could see that now. And if he hurried, if he moved more quickly and more decisively than he’d ever done in his life, he might just manage it.
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Chapter 115
I didn’t get much sleep at the hotel. It’s a scuffed, well-used airport box, noisy with people coming and going all night long. Where are they going to, I wonder, with their smart wheeled cases and their scruffy backpacks? Are they feeling as anxious, as stressed, as sick to the stomach as I am now? Is their trip a big, bold adventure for any of them too?
We sat in the lounge bar until late and then I shared a twin room with Minny and, bless her, she chattered excitedly until about three o’clock before she finally fell asleep. The bed was as comfortable as lying on a pile of housebricks and I really missed Greg. One night away from him and I’m already questioning how I’ll manage for the next two weeks on my own.