Sebastien smiled reassuringly at her, and took a hearty bite from his crispy, still-warm croque monsieur. They went wandering around the boulevards, ...stopping to watch interesting street performers, or to peer down dark, narrow streets like nosy children. At the entrance of the first bookstore that they found, Winter stopped and sucked in a breath like a child on Christmas. Sebastien looked around, seeing nothing but stacks upon stacks of dusty old tomes. His wife moved easily through the. Personally, I didn’t know what he saw in her in the first place. In my opinion, for what it’s worth, he was far too good for her. He could have anybody he wanted, Jez. He was so good-looking. In comparison she was really, really plain. I know that sounds proper shallow but apart from her looks she didn’t even have a nice personality. Well I didn’t think so. Obviously Jez thought so otherwise he wouldn’t have gone with her. But no, to me she was as dull as dish water and, well it’s not like. He passed the call off as a wrong number to Bill.As I pulled up to our street I could see Frank and Bill in the front garden area. Bill was being shown some of Franks new garden ornaments.I pulled up outside our house and made sure my side of the car was on the pavement side. I smiled through the window at them both and Frank waved, all very neighbourly like.As I made to get out of the car I made sure the door opened fully so that they would both get a good view of me sat at the wheel. I lent. I think I stumbled over a couple numbers: seventeen sixteen fifteen sixteen fifteen fourteen, but I was pretty good at it. “Shit? Am I going to have to slit my wrists?”There was a big razor of glass just waiting for me. I chose not to. I didn’t know if evil me thought it was better for me to die than it was for him to see his kids again. My, heartbeat, kids. I didn’t want to black out. I didn’t want him to come back. I didn’t care if he did from time to time if I had my family. Fuck Island was.