I am in the shop the following morning. Eve and Bells have popped out to buy some croissants and cappuccinos. ‘NO! That’s dreadful!’ Emma says. ‘What did you say to him?’ * ‘Sam, a fat lot of use you were.’ ‘What are you on about?’ He was shaving and I was talking to his reflection in the mirror. ‘Yesterday!’ I shout in exasperation as I pull on my work jeans, catching my finger on the zip. ‘Fuck!’ I suck in my breath. ‘Bells went missing and you didn’t even call.’ ‘Had she run off then?’ he remarks, without a flicker of concern. He might as well have been commenting on the weather. I hurl a trainer at him. It hits him on the back and thuds to the floor. ‘Jesus Katie, what the …’ ‘You could at least pretend you’re interested. Show a bit of concern.’ ‘Well, you found her, didn’t you?’ He turns to me impatiently. ‘You know what? I haven’t got time for this, I’m seeing my personal trainer in half an hour.’ I throw the other trainer at him.
