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iles never seemed to tire of making the same old quips or the same sly allusions。
‘Bad fit？’ he enquired knowledgeably。
‘Bad design。 Horrible colours。’
Ｚei8。
Samantha brushed and tied back her thick dry brown hair； watching Miles in the mirror as he changed into chinos and a polo shirt。 She was on edge； feeling that she might snap or cry at the smallest provocation。
Evertree Crescent was only a few minutes away； but Church Row was steep； so they drove。 Darkness was falling properly； and at the top of the road they passed a shadowy man with Barry Fairbrother’s silhouette and gait； it gave Samantha a shock and she glanced back at him； wondering who he could be。 Miles’ car turned left at the top of the road； then； barely a minute later； right； into the half…moon of 1930s bungalows。
Howard and Shirley’s house； a low； wide…windowed building of red brick； boasted generous sweeps of green lawn at the front and back； which were mown into stripes during the summer by Miles。 During the long years of their occupancy； Howard and Shirley had added carriage lamps； a white wrought…iron gate and terracotta pots full of geraniums on either side of the front door。 They had also put up a sign beside the doorbell； a round； polished piece of wood on which was written； in old Gothic black lettering plete with quotation marks； ‘Ambleside’。
Samantha was sometimes cruelly witty at the expense of her parents…in…law’s house。 Miles tolerated her jibes； accepting the implication that he and Samantha； with their stripped…back floors and doors； their rugs on bare boards； their framed art prints and their stylish； unfortable sofa； had the better taste； but in his secret soul he preferred the bungalow in which he had grown up。 Nearly every surface was covered with something plushy and soft； there were no draughts and the reclining chairs were deliciously fortable。 After he mowed the lawn in the summer； Shirley would bring him a cool beer while he lay back in one of them； watching the cricket on the widescreen TV。 Sometimes one of his daughters would e with him and sit beside him； eating ice cream with chocolate sauce especially made for her granddaughters by Shirley。
‘Hello； darling；’ said Shirley； when she opened the door。 Her short； pact shape suggested a neat little pepper pot； in its sprigged apron。 She stood on tiptoe for her tall son to kiss her； then said； ‘Hello； Sam；’ and turned away immediately。 ‘Dinner’s nearly ready。 Howard！ Miles and Sam are here！’
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The house smelt of furniture polish and good food。 Howard emerged from the kitchen； a bottle of wine in one hand； a corkscrew in the other。 In a practised move； Shirley backed smoothly into the dining room； enabling Howard； who took up almost the entire width of the hall； to pass； before she trotted into the kitchen。
‘Here they are； the good Samaritans；’ boomed Howard。 ‘And how’s the brassière business； Sammy？ Breasting the recession all right？’
‘Business is surprisingly bouncy； actually； Howard；’ said Samantha。
Howard roared with laughter； and Samantha was sure that he would have patted her on the bottom if he had not been holding the corkscrew and bottle。 She tolerated all of her father…in…law’s little squeezes and slaps as the harmless exhibitionism of a man grown too fat and old to do anything more； in any case； it annoyed Shirley； which always pleased Samantha。 Shirley never showed her displeasure openly； her smile did not flicker； nor did her tone of sweet reasonableness falter； but within a short time of any of Howard’s mild lewdnesses； she always tossed a dart； hidden in a feathery flourish； at her daughter…in…law。 Mention of the girls’ escalating school fees； solicitous enquiries about Samantha’s diet； asking Miles whether he did not think Mary Fairbrother had an awfully pretty figure； Samantha endured it all； smiling； and punished Miles for it later。
‘Hello； Mo！’ said Miles； preceding Samantha into what Howard and Shirley called the lounge。 ‘Didn’t know you were going to be here！’
‘Hello； handsome；’ said Maureen； in her deep； gravelly voice。 ‘Give me a kiss。’
Howard’s business partner was sitting in a corner of the sofa； clutching a tiny glass of sherry。 She was wearing a fuchsia pink dress with dark stockings and high patent…leather heels。 Her jet…black hair was heavily lacquered into a bouffant； beneath which her face was pale and monkeyish； with a thick smear of shocking pink lipstick that puckered as Miles bent low to kiss her cheek。
‘Been talking business。 Plans for the new café。 Hello； Sam； sweetheart；’ Maureen added； patting the sofa beside her。 ‘Oh； you are lovely and tanned； is that still from Ibiza？ e sit down by me。 What a shock for you at the golf club。 It must have been ghastly。’
‘Yes； it was；’ said Samantha。
And for the first time she found herself telling somebody the story of Barry’s death； while Miles hovered； looking for a chance to interrupt。 Howard handed out large glasses of Pinot Grigio； paying close attention to Samantha’s account。 Gradually； in the glow of Howard and Maureen’s interest； with the alcohol kindling a forting fire inside her； the tension Samantha had carried with her for two days seemed to drain away and a fragile sense of well…being blossomed。
The room was warm and spotless。 Shelving units on either side of the gas fire displayed an array of ornamental china； nearly all of it memorating some royal landmark or anniversary of the reign of Elizabeth II。 A small bookcase in the corner contained a mixture of royal biographies and the glossy cookbooks that had overrun the kitchen。 Photographs adorned the shelves and walls： Miles and his younger sister Patricia beamed from a twin frame in matching school uniforms； Miles and Samantha’s two daughters； Lexie and Libby； were represented over and again from babyhood to teens。 Samantha figured only once in the family gallery； though in one of the largest and most prominent pictures。 It showed her and Miles’ wedding day sixteen years before。 Miles was young and handsome； piercing blue eyes crinkled at the photographer； whereas Samantha’s eyes were closed in a half blink； her face was turned sideways； her ch