**It was Saturday afternoon and I had gone into the kitchen to prepare our evening meal. The kitchen was at the back of the house so I knew that I wou...ld not disturb Jade, who was in the front of the house studying. Grabbing my phone I clicked on Spotify and selected the daily mix playlist.As I chopped onions, diced carrots and prepared some chicken I was regaled with various songs from rock through to show tunes. I danced grinding my hips and singing and waving a knife in the air, spinning. "You look nice". I mentioned. She said. "I'm just back from the school run. I dressed for work. My husband doesn't know I have the morning off". "What do you do?" "I work in the legal department for a production company. All a bit dull really". "What time do you need to be there?" Around one-ish". I looked at my watch that said eight minutes past ten, walked up to Eve, reached out for her hand, said..."We don't have any more time to waste on small talk then"...and kissed her. Her lips were. It was Jim."I'm sorry man." Yeah. I'll chat with you later. I'm okay. I just want to go home. Yeah, I just need to go home."He left the office in a daze. He got to his apartment and hated it. The scent of bath oil and candles still lingered in the bathroom. Her sweet fragrance was still on his pillow. She was everywhere in his apartment. He walked from room to room, wall to wall, looking for some solace, some escape. She was everywhere. He was going to move. He was going to drive off into the. They had both moved on to the University of Chicago, but both had returned to Tehran in early January 1979, just two weeks before the revolution. Why? That didn’t fit the usual pattern. Only families loyal to the Shah had been allowed to send students abroad during those last years, had these two even then been tasked to deep cover by the Khomeini camp? Carpenter didn’t know the answer to that one, and you couldn’t just pick up the phone and call Information Central for the file. The best way.