Also bereft. The image of Saul Xavier’s face was still lodged in her head for almost every waking minute. Constantly she heard his voice and relived the sensation of his touch. Listening to and playing music – always a refuge before – now seemed like torture. She was always wondering how he would have reacted to a certain piece, how they might have shared it together. Her appetite deserted her and her firm ample flesh began to melt away. Bones appeared which she had never seen before, little spikes at her hips and ribs like plate racks. But her breasts, which she had always considered rather absurd and clearly designed for a bigger girl altogether, stubbornly refused to change. If anything Tara thought they were fuller than before, tender and slightly swollen, the nipples enlarged and deep rosy pink. She was astonished at the way emotional stress could translate itself into such obvious physical changes. She raged at herself for being such a fool as to have fallen into Xavier’s arms so easily.
