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twenty nail-biting minutes for the reply to reach them as the internet connection was impossibly sluggish. Mr Silverton was going to book flights for both of them and the ship would contact the consulate directly to confirm it. Angie wondered what would be going through Zander’s head when he realised who his wife was trapped with. Would his heart start to speed up with excitement?
‘I’m not leaving here until I know that the consulate have confirmation that those flights are booked,’ said Angie. She sat in the corner with the other people in there: a family of four whose passports had been stolen, an elderly couple whose passports had fallen into the harbour, a single man whose passport had been lost. There were no other numpties whose passports were sitting on a ship which they had missed getting on.
Another tense but tedious half-hour passed before Luisa summoned them over to the window.
‘The flights are booked, we have just had confirmation. Come back at twelve thirty. There are shops and restaurants across the road if you want to kill some time.’
Angie and Selina let out a synchronised sigh.
‘We might as well,’ Selina said. ‘I need to buy a hairbrush.’
‘Okay,’ agreed Angie. She was bored out of her skull sitting in that room.
After Selina had bought a brush and a pack of make-up remover tissues, they went for a coffee. Neither of them particularly wanted to walk around the shops dressed like a pair of Demis Roussoses. Selina scrubbed off the gothy lipstick and dragged the brush through her hair. It felt good.
‘I owe your husband a big thanks,’ said Selina.
‘Well it was easier than him booking my flight and Zan— your husband booking yours.’
‘Still, it was kind of him…’
Suddenly infuriated by her friendly tone, Angie slammed her coffee beaker down on the table.
‘Look, Selina, forget the nicey nicey act. “Oh, you and your husband are so good. Do thank him. And I got you some tablets for your headache.” I’m not here because I want to spend time with you. I just want to do what I have to to get back on the ship and then we can carry on with our separate lives as we have done for the past twenty years. Okay?’
‘You can’t still be this mad at me after twenty years, Angie.’
‘Yes, I bloody well can,’ came the hissed reply.
‘I genuinely am grateful you know…’
‘Stuff your gratefulness, Sel. After what you did to me. And our friendship. I hope it was all worth it.’
Selina reared. ‘Actually, seeing as you mention it, yes it was. You could never have made him happy. We are a fabulous couple; he’s the most wonderful husband in the world, kind, attentive, gorgeous and fantastic in bed.’
She said that too loudly. Some English-speakers on adjacent tables were trying not to giggle. Selina reined herself in and salvaged her composure by drinking her coffee very regally.
Angie gulped down her coffee, hoping it would drown out the pictures of Zander’s prowess in bed. She had no doubt he would be a fantastic lover, although she had never got the chance to find out. He had been a great kisser, that much she did remember. He had a beautiful soft mouth.
‘Do you want to borrow my new brush or not?’ snapped Selina.
‘Yes,’ spat Angie.
Selina pulled it out of her bag and slammed it down on the table.
‘Thank you,’ growled Angie and pulled her hair out of its bobble. She brushed then handed it back with another clipped thank-you and then they sat in hostile silence for another quarter of an hour.
‘I think we should head over to the consulate,’ said Selina, eventually. ‘I’m convinced that our watches will both stop and we’ll go back to find it closed.’
‘That’s just ridiculous,’ said Angie, not admitting the same thought had crossed her mind. ‘Thanks for buying the coffee.’
‘A great pleasure,’ replied Selina with the world’s most fake smile.
Chapter 12
At half-past twelve exactly Luisa handed over two pale very
‘I’m not leaving here until I know that the consulate have confirmation that those flights are booked,’ said Angie. She sat in the corner with the other people in there: a family of four whose passports had been stolen, an elderly couple whose passports had fallen into the harbour, a single man whose passport had been lost. There were no other numpties whose passports were sitting on a ship which they had missed getting on.
Another tense but tedious half-hour passed before Luisa summoned them over to the window.
‘The flights are booked, we have just had confirmation. Come back at twelve thirty. There are shops and restaurants across the road if you want to kill some time.’
Angie and Selina let out a synchronised sigh.
‘We might as well,’ Selina said. ‘I need to buy a hairbrush.’
‘Okay,’ agreed Angie. She was bored out of her skull sitting in that room.
After Selina had bought a brush and a pack of make-up remover tissues, they went for a coffee. Neither of them particularly wanted to walk around the shops dressed like a pair of Demis Roussoses. Selina scrubbed off the gothy lipstick and dragged the brush through her hair. It felt good.
‘I owe your husband a big thanks,’ said Selina.
‘Well it was easier than him booking my flight and Zan— your husband booking yours.’
‘Still, it was kind of him…’
Suddenly infuriated by her friendly tone, Angie slammed her coffee beaker down on the table.
‘Look, Selina, forget the nicey nicey act. “Oh, you and your husband are so good. Do thank him. And I got you some tablets for your headache.” I’m not here because I want to spend time with you. I just want to do what I have to to get back on the ship and then we can carry on with our separate lives as we have done for the past twenty years. Okay?’
‘You can’t still be this mad at me after twenty years, Angie.’
‘Yes, I bloody well can,’ came the hissed reply.
‘I genuinely am grateful you know…’
‘Stuff your gratefulness, Sel. After what you did to me. And our friendship. I hope it was all worth it.’
Selina reared. ‘Actually, seeing as you mention it, yes it was. You could never have made him happy. We are a fabulous couple; he’s the most wonderful husband in the world, kind, attentive, gorgeous and fantastic in bed.’
She said that too loudly. Some English-speakers on adjacent tables were trying not to giggle. Selina reined herself in and salvaged her composure by drinking her coffee very regally.
Angie gulped down her coffee, hoping it would drown out the pictures of Zander’s prowess in bed. She had no doubt he would be a fantastic lover, although she had never got the chance to find out. He had been a great kisser, that much she did remember. He had a beautiful soft mouth.
‘Do you want to borrow my new brush or not?’ snapped Selina.
‘Yes,’ spat Angie.
Selina pulled it out of her bag and slammed it down on the table.
‘Thank you,’ growled Angie and pulled her hair out of its bobble. She brushed then handed it back with another clipped thank-you and then they sat in hostile silence for another quarter of an hour.
‘I think we should head over to the consulate,’ said Selina, eventually. ‘I’m convinced that our watches will both stop and we’ll go back to find it closed.’
‘That’s just ridiculous,’ said Angie, not admitting the same thought had crossed her mind. ‘Thanks for buying the coffee.’
‘A great pleasure,’ replied Selina with the world’s most fake smile.
Chapter 12
At half-past twelve exactly Luisa handed over two pale very
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