‘I’m glad you rang, I’ve got a bit of news for you. How was your flight?’
‘News? Good, I hope. The flight was bloody brilliant actually. I met Rory in the departure lounge at Gatwick. He was also headed for Faro and he dropped me off at my Dad’s and he… er.. stayed the night…’
‘In the spare room, I hope and not in your bed?’
‘Oh come on Adele. You can be such a prude sometimes. Yes, in my bed! Alright? He’s still pretty irresistible. He’s been working in Africa for a year, so he’s all bronzed and gorgeous. I’m just so relieved that, having abstained for so long, everything still seems to be in full working order!’ She laughed at her feeble attempt at a joke which was followed by silence.
‘Oh, come on… I thought you would be pleased for me?’
‘How could I be pleased for you? As gorgeous and irresistible as you seem to think he is, he dumped you, remember? My recollection is that you both went to work one morning, then the next time you heard from him was by email from Australia three days later. You had no idea he was going anywhere, let alone the other side of the bloody world and that was six years ago! What were you thinking? You’re an idiot.’
She knew Adele was right. She was an idiot. Rory broke her heart, she had cried on Adele’s shoulder for weeks. She had been flattered by his attention at Gatwick and all it took was for him to buy her half a bottle of champagne and a seafood platter to guarantee a night in her bed.
It’s a wonderful thing hindsight; also known as Adele. However desperate she was to find a significant other to share her life, allowing unreliable Rory back into her bed smacked of desperation.
‘Okay, Adele… what’s your news then?’