She was having dinner with Josh–a regular monthly fixture–and if she wasn’t careful she was going to be late. The past few years had seen many changes in his life, but through them all his friendship with Rose and their partnership had remained a constant. Rose had been one of the witnesses to his Caxton Hall wedding to the model he had married in 1960, and she had commiserated with him when it had ended two years later in the divorce courts. She had celebrated with him when he had opened his second and then his third salon, and she had celebrated with him again when he had been named London’s top hairdresser. She had even smiled as warmly as she could three months ago when he had introduced her to his new steady girlfriend, an American, Patsy Kleinwort, who had replaced the succession of pretty faces whose bodies had filled his bed since his divorce. And through it all, foolishly, she knew she had cherished their friendship, their business partnership and their monthly dinner dates.
