Chapter 110

• She took a swift swallow of the whisky and soda. “Bloody men. You just can’t trust them. Not one. They don’t love or trust you. They just want to own you and know all your sexual secrets and…and…”
• “But you don’t have any sexual secrets, Angela,” he pointed out, trying to stay calm in the face of her fury. “You haven’t had a sex life. Not since your husband died. There have been no men in your life during that time. Why, Angela? I want to know.”
• “Oh, do you, now? Well, bully for you! I would have thought that you’d be pleased as punch that I’d been celibate all this time. I could almost qualify as a born-again virgin. You men like virgins. Bryan wasn’t at all pleased when I wasn’t a virgin, though God knows how he expected me to be. Once the poor darling realised, he wanted to know the ins and outs of every boyfriend before him. And do you know what was even more pathetic? I thought his insane jealousy was evidence of the extent of his love for me. I thought he was crazy about me, and that he’d never look at another woman. I was so stupid. So abysmally, stupidly stupid!” She began to pace the living room, taking swigs of the whisky as she did so.