I had to keep Pamela very firmly in my mind’s eye not to be carried away by the calypso music, the heat, and the sheer pressure of the human beings around me and of my own emotions. “I don’t think you’re being very kind,” I said at last.“No,” he agreed. “Kindness doesn’t really come into it, does it?”I refused to answer. The music was a blurred cacophany of sound, without any meaning, and I was more than ready to go home.“I wish you’d stayed away!” I said passionately to Daniel. “Why? So that you could go on pretending to yourself?” he retorted.I bit my lip. “Pretending what?”He laughed. The sound did nothing for the tattered remnants of my self-confidence. “That you’re not pleased to see me?” he suggested wickedly. “Why should I be?” I answered immediately.“Why indeed!” he grinned at me.It was unbearable having to put up with his snide humour. I turned and left him, losing myself in the crowds with a deliberation that at another time would have appalled me.
