‘Sauce, vinegar, salt?’ the girl enquired pleasantly. ‘Nothing, thank you.’ Dan was annoyed at the interruption and Peter’s interpretation of “sandwich”. But Peter’s attention was riveted on the first decent meal he’d seen in days. ‘I’ll have vinegar, salt and English mustard if you’ve got it, love.’ He winked at the waitress. ‘Would you like something?’ Peter asked the Morgans, the food in front of him making him uncharacteristically generous. ‘I put a casserole in the oven,’ Angela said distractedly. ‘I presume that you were telling us about Mr Waters,’ Dan prompted. ‘Mr Waters has a roving eye. And it’s a pity – for the girls who get involved with him, I mean.’ Angela wrapped her fingers around the glass of wine that Peter had bought her. ‘It’s not as if there’s only the one, or that he cared, really cared, for any of them. He couldn’t, could he?’ ‘Why not?’ Peter asked, in between mouthfuls of steak. ‘Being married. But they all telephoned him… ’ ‘Did you ever listen in on their conversations?’ Dan interrupted.
