Chapter 89

• THURSDAY
• I came home from work knowing ‘he’ would have been. He wouldn’t miss out on his afternoon chat. Plus, he’d promised a ‘fitting’, with a costume he’d acquired a couple of years ago and which he assured me would look great on my wife.
• “What did he bring for you to try on?” I asked, as Debbie marched in from the kitchen, still in a prickly humour. It seemed I was still out of favour, not having sated her pregnancy frustration.