Their reconciliations were always full of affection and laughter. He had missed his soulmate more than he cared to admit. It was all very well drinking with Charles and cruising on his favourite commons, but he never felt quite as happy as he did when he was with Molly. No one else amused or understood him like she did. He sat in the Sunday-morning sunlight that poured through the windows of the flat, illuminating the dust and the empty bottles piled up by the fireplace, staring at the phone and wondering what to do. Not only did he want to hear all about the tour and everything that had happened in Northampton but he couldn’t wait to share his exciting news with her. Things had been moving apace since Genita’s last stage appearance, and he knew Molly would be staggered, excited and delighted by what had happened. But he was very aware that he was the one who had hung up on her, rather unforgivably. He was still feeling guilty about it. She only ever wanted the best for him. It was very bad behaviour to throw that back in her face and act as though she was the one in the wrong.
