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a pause.
    ‘So – what have you been up to, Will?’ The man’s voice held a kind of forced joviality to it.
    ‘Not very much, funnily enough.’
    ‘But the physio and stuff. Is it all coming on? Any … improvement?’
    ‘I don’t think I’ll be skiing any time soon, Rupert,’ Will said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
    I almost smiled to myself. This was the Will I knew. I began brushing ash from the hearth. I had the feeling that they were all watching me. The silence felt loaded. I wondered briefly whether the label was sticking out of my jumper and fought the urge to check.
    ‘So … ’ Will said finally. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure? It’s been … eight months?’
    ‘Oh, I know. I’m sorry. It’s been … I’ve been awfully busy. I have a new job over in Chelsea. Managing Sasha Goldstein’s boutique. Do you remember Sasha? I’ve been doing a lot of weekend work too. It gets terribly busy on Saturdays. Very hard to get time off.’ Alicia’s voice had become brittle. ‘I did ring a couple of times. Did your mother tell you?’
    ‘Things have been pretty manic at Lewins. You … you know what it’s like, Will. We’ve got a new partner. Chap from New York. Bains. Dan Bains. You come up against him at all?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Bloody man seems to work twenty-four hours a day and expects everyone else to do the same.’ You could hear the man’s palpable relief at having found a topic he was comfortable with. ‘You know the old Yank work ethic – no more long lunches, no smutty jokes – Will, I tell you. The whole atmosphere of the place has changed.’
    ‘Really.’
    ‘Oh God, yes. Presenteeism writ large. Sometimes I feel like I daren’t leave my chair.’
    All the air seemed to disappear from the room in a vacuumed rush. Someone coughed.
    I stood up, and wiped my hands on my jeans. ‘I’ll … I’m just going to fetch some more logs,’ I muttered, in Will’s general direction.
    And I picked up the basket and fled.
    It was freezing outside, but I lingered out there, killing time while I selected pieces of wood. I was trying to calculate whether it was preferable to lose the odd finger to frostbite rather than put myself back into that room. But it was just too cold and my index finger, which I use for sewing stuff, went blue first and finally I had to admit defeat. I hauled the wood as slowly as possible, letting myself in to the annexe, and walked slowly back down the corridor. As I approached the living room I heard the woman’s voice, weaving its way through the slightly open door.
    ‘Actually, Will, there is another reason for us coming here,’ she was saying. ‘We … have some news.’
    I hesitated by the door, the log basket braced between my hands.
    ‘I thought – well,
we
thought – that it would only be right to let you know … but, well, here’s the thing. Rupert and I are getting married.’
    I stood very still, calculating whether I could turn round without being heard.
    The woman continued, lamely. ‘Look, I know this is probably a bit of a shock to you. Actually, it was rather a shock to me. We – it – well, it only really started a long time after … ’
    My arms had begun to ache. I glanced down at the basket, trying to work out what to do.
    ‘Well, you know you and I … we … ’
    Another weighty silence.
    ‘Will, please say something.’
    ‘Congratulations,’ he said finally.
    ‘I know what you’re thinking. But neither of us meant for this to happen. Really. For an awful long time we were just friends. Friends who were concerned about you. It’s just that Rupert was the most terrific support to me after your accident –’
    ‘Big of him.’
    ‘Please don’t be like this. This is so awful. I have absolutely dreaded telling you. We both have.’
    ‘Evidently,’ Will said flatly.
    Rupert’s voice broke in. ‘Look, we’re only telling you because we both care about you. We didn’t want you to hear it from someone