Until Rosie, that had always been my experience, too. Even Lisa and I, who went out for eight months, only lasted so long because neither of us had the courage to finish it. But Rosie? Well, she was different – very different. After a month, there was even more burning desire and passion than there had been at two to three weeks. After two months, there was respect as well as affection. After three, I found it difficult to imagine life without her. And after four… Well, whisper it quietly, but I think I was actually in love with her. Not head-over-heels, over-in-a-month, get-bored-later infatuation, but proper, lasting, in-depth love. So this was what songwriters and poets had been banging on about for all these centuries. Not that those four months after the Albert Hall were without their complications. For starters, I had to grow used to being Max, even as I tried to kill him off. The first step was to announce after a few weeks that I was shelving his business plan.
