His suitcase is packed, he’s wearing the tracksuit bottoms, casual jacket and white Adidas trainers he always travels in. ‘I’ve not seen as much of you as I’d have liked. But we’ve both got work to do. Maybe you can give some thought to the things we’ve talked about. Don’t forget what you promised me.’ ‘What’s that?’ I ask. ‘To go to the doctor’s. Oh, and I’ve phoned a couple of estate agents. They’re coming to take some photos. Just photos, Sonia, so don’t get all funny about it.’ ‘When? When are they coming?’ ‘Sometime next week. One’s on Tuesday I think. They’ll be in touch.’ ‘OK,’ I say, smiling outside, seething within. I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. Greg brushes his dry lips against the sides of mine and pats my shoulder before heading up the alley. There’s a rank stench in the garage this afternoon. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the light but when they do I see that Jez is very unwell.
