One Night Only (175 page)

Gin
a
slamme
d
tw
o
cup
s
dow
n
o
n
th
e
worktop
,
fetched th
e
mil
k
fro
m
th
e
fridg
e
an
d
sloppe
d
i
t
int
o
th
e
cups, ignorin
g
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
spille
d
mos
t
o
f
i
t
over
hersel
f
an
d
th
e
workto
p
i
n
th
e
process
.

“
A
cheatin
g
woma
n
does!
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“Wha
t
sor
t
o
f
a
wif
e
an
d
mothe
r
a
m
I
,
anyhow
?
Wh
o
th
e
hel
l
di
d
I
think
I
was
,
jumpin
g
int
o
be
d
wit
h
anothe
r
ma
n
th
e
ver
y
day afte
r
I
ha
d
ende
d
m
y
marriage
!
W
oul
d
yo
u
d
o
tha
t
to
James
?
Wh
y
di
d
I
d
o
it?
”

“
I
almos
t
di
d
i
t
too!
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“
I
wa
s
second
s
away fro
m
cheatin
g
o
n
m
y
husban
d
th
e
othe
r
night
!
Seconds!
Onl
y
tha
t
T
es
s
stoppe
d
me
,
I
woul
d
b
e
i
n
a
ver
y
different positio
n
toda
y
bu
t
that
’
s
no
t
somethin
g
I’
m
prou
d
of!
”

“Bu
t
yo
u
didn
’
t
!
S
o
wh
y
di
d I
d
o
it
?
Wh
y
doe
s
anyone
fee
l
th
e
nee
d
t
o
cheat?
”

Poll
y
hel
d
he
r
hand
s
out
.
“
I
don
’
t
kno
w
wh
y
anyone
does!
”
sh
e
said
.
“I
t
scare
s
th
e
shi
t
ou
t
o
f
me
,
eve
n
admitti
n
g
i
t
t
o
yo
u
no
w
.
Sayin
g
i
t
ou
t
lou
d
make
s
i
t
rea
l
an
d
m
y
skin
i
s
crawlin
g
a
t
wha
t
coul
d
hav
e
happened
,
bu
t
you
?
Y
our
cas
e
i
s
different
.
Y
ou
r
marriag
e
wa
s
ove
r
long
,
lon
g
ago.
T
revo
r
ha
s
bee
n
wit
h
hi
s
mistres
s
fo
r
age
s
no
w
an
d
he mad
e
n
o
effor
t
t
o
hid
e
i
t
–
no
t
fro
m
you
,
no
t
fro
m
your friend
s
o
r
famil
y
,
no
t
eve
n
fro
m
hi
s
ow
n
mother
!
And the
n
h
e
give
s
yo
u
th
e
od
d
sla
p
i
n
th
e
mout
h
t
o
remin
d
you
who
is
boss?
Don
’
t
you
dare
feel
guilt
y
,
Gina!
I
don
’
t
care
i
f
yo
u
slep
t
wit
h
th
e
entir
e
arm
y
yesterday
!
Don
’
t
you dar
e
fee
l
guilty!
”

Gin
a
poure
d
th
e
coffe
e
an
d
the
y
stoo
d
i
n
silence
.
The radi
o
wa
s
playin
g
a
Georg
e
Michae
l
son
g
an
d
Gin
a
didn
’
t
eve
n
notice
.

“
I
shoul
d
probabl
y
ge
t
o
n
wit
h
thing
s
no
w
,
Poll
y
,
”
she
whispered
.
“Thank
s
fo
r
calling
.
I
jus
t
nee
d
som
e
tim
e
to think
,
o
n
m
y
own
,
yo
u
know
?
I
nee
d
t
o
g
o
t
o
th
e
shop
.
I
promise
d
Dann
y
w
e
woul
d
hav
e
a
movi
e
night
.
It
’
s
importan
t
I
spen
d
som
e
tim
e
wit
h
m
y
son
.
Alone.
”

Poll
y
poure
d
he
r
coffe
e
dow
n
th
e
sin
k
an
d
sa
t
th
e
cup t
o
th
e
side
.
Sh
e
couldn
’
t
drin
k
it
.
Sh
e
kne
w
whe
n
she
wasn
’
t
wanted
.

“Oka
y
,
”
sh
e
said
.
“Bu
t
yo
u
kno
w
wher
e
I
am
.
Y
o
u
don
’
t
hav
e
t
o
d
o
thi
s
o
n
you
r
own
,
unles
s
yo
u
reall
y
wan
t
to.
”