Sunday, March 05, 2006

Three Days later

She was swiping messages on the answer phone when she heard his voice – not from the plane funnily enough – but the top of the tower where he was describing the view.

You should see it, darling. From here you can see the whole shitty city!

His voice came and went; he was drunk she knew. - No doubt it was the combination of circumstances – the fact that she had been cleaning his study – and found the Cuban cigar stubbed out in the ashtray that caused her to burst into tears.

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