Chapter seven By the time the morning sunlight hit the top of the cathedral, my mind had returned to business. Somehow that long, dreamy night with Tolerante had made me more determined than ever to find out what had happened to drive Paul into that mysterious and seemingly hopeless captivity, to turn that powerful love of ours so suddenly and irredeemably...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
"Amy," called Mum, "your aunt and uncle are here." I dashed into the hall and opened the door. Pam kissed me on the cheek saying, "Hi, Amy," then went through to the kitchen where Mum was putting the kettle on. Tim stepped into the hall carrying two heavy-looking overnight bags, and I led him straight up the stairs to the guest room. "It's good to see you,...