The City of Strangers
“The Hampshire House The grey-haired man walked off through the crowd, pursuing the young hurlers to another room. John Cavendish watched him for a few seconds and then, whatever memory it was that had disturbed him, he shut it away.
‘Well, you would have thought congratulating the bloody team on a win would go down better than that. Jesus, I could do with another drink.’ He stepped across to a waiter, standing with a tray of drinks. He took one. As he turned back he almost bumped into a woman in her mid-twenties.
Stefan recognised her immediately; the almost shoulder-length hair, and the pale, almost serious almost amused face. She smiled at Cavendish; she was pleased to see him; Stefan thought she was even relieved to see him. But behind the smile she looked like someone who didn’t want to be there. She turned to Stefan; he could feel himself reddening, remembering the last conversation and aware that he was staring at her. But she smiled easily.
‘So how’s New York treating you, Mr G...illespie?’ ‘Well enough, thank you.’ ‘Maybe too well.MoreLess
‘Well, you would have thought congratulating the bloody team on a win would go down better than that. Jesus, I could do with another drink.’ He stepped across to a waiter, standing with a tray of drinks. He took one. As he turned back he almost bumped into a woman in her mid-twenties.
Stefan recognised her immediately; the almost shoulder-length hair, and the pale, almost serious almost amused face. She smiled at Cavendish; she was pleased to see him; Stefan thought she was even relieved to see him. But behind the smile she looked like someone who didn’t want to be there. She turned to Stefan; he could feel himself reddening, remembering the last conversation and aware that he was staring at her. But she smiled easily.
‘So how’s New York treating you, Mr G...illespie?’ ‘Well enough, thank you.’ ‘Maybe too well.MoreLess
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