From behind, she draped her arms over his shoulders. An image of a barren, sun-baked landscape flickered on the screen. Oh, Dom, she thought, how I wish you wouldn’t wish. Surely he could see it was too late to start all over again, too late to start chasing rainbows, stomping through the wilderness of Burkina Faso in search of the career that had eluded him. She leaned forward and popped a piece of something into his mouth. “Norfolk dried biffin. Pressed baked apples, basically,” said Lindy. “I found the recipe in an old Norfolk cookbook.” “How old?” asked Jejeune. “Be careful, young Domenic, or I might just start asking what again means, when used by somebody like Carrie Pritchard. As in, ‘so nice to see you again, Domenic.’” “It means we had met before,” said Jejeune simply. “We’ve both been birding the same bit of coast recently.” “You never mentioned it,”
What do You think about A Pitying Of Doves (2015)?
