Lunch forgotten, I crossed to where we’d started as soon as the cars allowed. Some part of me had this wild idea that maybe she’d just spotted something in a store window she simply had to have, some sparkling trinket that she wanted and I’d find her there, hands pressed against the glass – one gloved, one not – and when I approached she’d look up, give me that beautiful movie star smile and ask pretty please, Arthur, will you get it for me?
I backtracked all the way to our hotel. She wasn’t at any of the shops.
