”“He’s my boyfriend,” CC said at the same time as me.“Oh? Which is it, boyfriend or best friend?” Mrs. Sullivan inquired as her eyebrows r...aised askance at me.“Well, to be honest, we have been super close friends for eleven years. Cindy here is my younger sister’s best friend, they met in kindergarten. We just um ... started to explore our relationship as a couple...”“Davey is the best guy that I have ever met, Mrs. Sullivan. He cares about his friends and his family more than most people that I. Emma didn't really need a guided tour.Saturday, we took the bus out to Fox House; coffee at Longshaw Lodge, a walk down Padley Gorge and lunch at the Grindleford Station Café – steak-and-ale pie, mushy peas and chips – and a steep walk back. A longish wait for the bus. A light supper, showering together, making love energetically and at length (yes, after over two years married), drifting off to sleep wrapped up in my lover.Sunday? We went to church. Why? I have no idea. It was high church; all. "Good looks, what rubbish." Hey, it's not rubbish that all the good looking birds keep giving you the eye," he observed. "And you're too busy to notice." What good looking birds?" I asked."Well, there's Kellie Richards, for one," he said. "You know, the one with the long blond hair and big boobs. She just passed by and smiled at you and you're the only guy in the school who would fail to notice her." You're shitting me," I said looking about for Kelly."She's long gone now," he said with a. He’s a good man and you are a good woman. For fuck’s sake stop pretending and work out your problems with your husband. Make damn sure that you tell him what you want and refuse to go back unless he gives you exactly that. You have all the bargaining chips because he can’t live without you.”“He can’t give me what I want.”“Why can’t he?”“Because I want what you and Ronnie have and he won’t agree to that.”“He would love you twice as much as he does now to hear you say that. Remember to tell him.