Her hair was very long and he thought she looked rather wild with it loose. In fact, he thought as she began to pull off her clothes, his wife presented quite a ferocious figure at times, hair up or down. She was an inch taller than him but he was more muscled and appeared squat. His own wavy hair was collar-length. It was a shade lighter than Laura’s and grew to meet his beard. In his ear dangled a small gold cross, which he had not removed since it had been inserted when he was seventeen. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked, sensing her agitation. Laura, in bra and pants, her long thin legs gleaming in the light from the bedside lamp, was chewing her lip and frowning. ‘I was thinking about Rose, actually. Tomorrow, more than ever, she’ll wish David was alive. I know Barry and Jack’ll be there, but it’s not the same, is it?’ ‘Isn’t it?’ ‘Oh, honestly, Trevor, you’re the most infuriating man I know. You always answer my questions with one of your own.’ ‘Come here and I’ll show you how infuriating I can be.
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