But a nice man, a bit olderthan me, with a decent job, good-looking, funny, kind. I never thought I'd meet a nice man who wanted to marry me.Plenty of lunatics, undoubtedly. We both agree that we fell in loveabout fifteen minutes after we met and we stayed that way.įor a long time I never thought I'd meet a man who wanted tomarry me. And, my God, but I love that man.Īlthough we had a less than auspicious start, the magic tookhold of us very quickly.
I've been with James for five years, and we've been marriedfor three years. But that all seems like a long, long time ago. Bang goes yoursense of personal autonomy! And Iseem to have lost the ability to make decisions on my own.Pathetic, I know, but that's marriage for you. James and I had discussed some names - or, inretrospect, I had discussed them and he had pretended tolisten - but we hadn't decided on anything definite. I don't even know what to callmy little girl. He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, sowhat's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Complimentthem into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?Īnd it's all such a disaster. Andapparently she's moved out of her apartment and he's moved outof his (or ours, should I say) and they've both moved into anew one in a secret location.Ĭan you believe it? How dramatic can you get? I know herhusband is Italian, but I really don't think he's likely tokill the pair of them. She's thirty-five (don't ask me how I know this, I just do and at the risk of sounding very sour grapes and losing yoursympathy, she does look thirty-five) and she has two childrenand a nice husband (quite apart from my one, that is).
The awful thing is she always seemed to be really nice. Not quite as well as James does, obviously. Her name is Denise and I know herquite well. I'm sorry if I'm being unnecessarily flippant about this. I mean, how suburban can you get! And not only is hehaving an affair but he wants a divorce. Let's see, what should I tell you? Well, my name is Claire andI'm twenty-nine and, as I mentioned, I've just had my firstchild two days ago (a little girl, seven pounds, four ounces,totally beautiful) and my husband (did I mention his name isJames?) told me about twenty-four hours ago that he has beenhaving an affair for the past six months, with - and get this- not even his secretary or someone glamorous from work, butwith a married woman who lives in the apartment two floorsbelow us. Let me just give you the briefest outline of myself and I'llsave details like, for example, my first day at school untillater, if we have the time.
We've hardly evenbeen introduced and here I am telling you all about the awfulthings that have happened to me. Watermelon By Marian Keyes Perennial ISBN: 0-06-009036-7 Chapter One I'm sorry, you must think I'm very rude.
0 kommentar(er)
