But I can only lie in bed for a few moments – long enough to wonder if he will telephone me today – because it’s already after half past seven, and I must launch the children into their week. He didn’t say when we parted that he would ring, but, as I tiptoed out of his room hoping not to wake him, he suddenly spoke from the bed. ‘Constance. That was a lovely day with you. The most happy day since I came to England.’ I turned back to the bed, and his long naked arms reached up. He held my face in between his two hands and smiled at me and said, Thank you.’ I can still feel the touch of that gesture against my skin. I always love breakfast time, particularly when my children are around. I love the simple responsibilities it demands, the ritual of laying out bowls and cereal packets and jars of marmalade, timing eggs and not burning toast while at the same time doing Kate’s school lunch box. When they were young and all still living at home I used to love the cross, preoccupied faces and morning smells of my children at breakfast.
What do You think about Love Among The Single Classes?
