She seems so ghastly, I’m embarrassed to have given up so much time looking for her. I suppose I was really looking for you, or enlightenment, or a long holiday, or something. How do you feel about it? It must be strange for you too.’‘It’s perfect,’ said Crystal. ‘It’s better that she should be here disappointing you, or delighting you, than not here, haunting you.’‘You’re so grown-up,’ said Peter.‘I’m grown-up when I’m grown-up, the rest of the time…’Peter leant over and kissed her. They sat beside the waterfall in the late afternoon sun.‘The trouble with that theory is that she wasn’t haunting me until she turned up, and now she’s just puzzling me for a minute or two. You’re the one who’s been haunting me. But you’re right, seeing her again is liberating. It makes me realize that what happened between us – which was extraordinary – wasn’t something contained in her, or in me for that matter. We were just the landing site for a strange ecstasy.
