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arm around her. The taxi driver smiled at them both, proud to have such nice people in his cab. His smile was only beaten by the manager of the restaurant, so clearly happy to have them both dining that he gave them the best table, one which put them broadly on display.
    Emma knew that people walking past would see such people, such a magical, loving couple, and they would think, ‘Oh, I’d like to eat there.’
    Joe helped her take off her coat and slid her chair in for her as she sat down. He bent over and kissed her, before sitting down and grasping her hand over the table. He sat and smiled at her.
    ‘What are you thinking about?’ she asked him.
    ‘Nothing,’ he replied and she believed him. He continued to gaze at her.
    She opened the menu. He did the same.
    A waitress appeared and asked what they’d like to drink.
    Joe demurred. ‘What would you like, Emma?’
    ‘I don’t know. Red or white. I really don’t mind. You decide.’
    Joe shook his head. ‘No, you decide. I’m happy with what you want.’
    Emma frowned, just slightly. ‘A bottle of house pink, then.’
    ‘That’ll be lovely,’ agreed Joe.
    The waitress smiled, and went away.
    They looked at the menu, Emma delighted to see that there was squid as a starter, and giant yorkshires as a main. Joe was equally happy.
    ‘Seen anything you like?’ she asked.
    ‘Yeah. So much to choose from,’ he sighed. ‘I’m trying to decide between the salmon or the soup, and maybe the duck. Or a steak. I dunno.’
    ‘Have whatever you fancy,’ she assured him.
    The waiter came over. Emma ordered squid and the yorkshire pudding. And Joe did the same.
    When the wine came, she poured herself a large glass, and went out onto the balcony to smoke.
    He got up to follow her out but she shook her head, and he stayed at the table, smiling peacefully at her, staring into the candle.
    Oh my god. This is a disaster! What have I done?
    You’re not happy, I can tell .
    Not happy? This is like hell. What? What have I done wrong?
    He’s like a bloody zombie.
    But haven’t I done everything you wanted? I changed everything about him that you didn’t like .
    I know. I know. But it’s like you’ve gone too far. Changed too much. Made him too pliant. It’s not like he likes me, or loves me – he literally worships me. It’s no fun.
    Not even a little?
    Well, it’s great in bed, I’ll give you that. But it’s just not much fun the rest of the time. It feels wrong – like I haven’t done anything to earn his love. It makes me… hate myself. He just sits there, looking at me, holding me, smiling at me, and I feel horrible. I don’t deserve it. Every time he kisses me, I shrink away. I just… I don’t know what to do. Is it something wrong with me, or him? Can you change the bit in me that doesn’t like him?
    No. That’s you. I’m fairly stuck with that .
    What about him?
    Umph. No. That’s kind of what you’ll get – I’ve had to make some fairly drastic changes to him. If I unpick that, he’ll… well, fall apart .
    Oh god. Well, then maybe I’ll just have to put up with it.
    Not necessarily .
    Really?
    I can take care of him. You’ll never have to see him again .
    You can?
    Yeah, no worries. Let’s chalk this one up as a practice go. I went a bit far – I can ease back on the next one .
    You’re sure? And you’re not cross with me?
    Not a bit. This is my job, remember? I want you to be perfectly happy. And, just as we brought him into your life, so we can send him away again .
    Will he be OK?
    Absolutely. He’ll vanish from your life like a bad dream .
    And we’ll find another one, someone who’ll love me for me?
    Of course we can. With just a couple of teensy-weensy little tweaks. But nothing big .
    Promise?
    Oh yeah. Don’t forget – you’re gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want a slice of the Emma pie?
    Cool. That’s making me feel a whole lot better.
    I can tell. But babe, you’ve got to keep up your side. Don’t get freaked out just cos