Spy Hook: a Novel
“Your shirts are on hangers in the wardrobe, so don’t start shouting when you find the chest of drawers empty.”“I won’t shout about shirts,’ I promised, and kissed her. “And if I do, rip more buttons off.”“I do love you, Bernard.” She put both arms round me and hugged me tight. “I want to have you for ever and ever.” “Then that’s the way it will be,” I promised with the sort of unthinking impetuosity that I am prey to when rudely awakened in such early hours of the morning. For a moment she just... held me, crushing me so that I could hardly breathe, then into my ear she said, “And I love the children, Bernard. Don’t worry about them.” The children missed their real mother, of course, and I knew how hard Gloria worked to replace her. It wasn’t easy for her. Cambridge, just unremitting hard work, must have been an attractive prospect at times.Almost every seat was taken in First Class. Wide-awake young men, with well cut suits and large gold wristwatches, were shuffling papers that came from pigskin document cases, or tapping at tiny portable computers with hinged screens.MoreLess
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