chapter 29

Is he saying that’s why he went with her? I wonder whether he broke it off, or if she left him to go back to her husband. I remember her introducing her husband at the table, and Huxley shaking hands with him. That must have been hard. “Did she break your heart?” I ask softly.

He gives a rueful smile. “No. You’re the only one who’s ever done that.”

My eyebrows rise. “What do you mean?”

He looks into his glass and doesn’t reply.

“Do you mean when we were nineteen?” I ask.

He stretches out his legs, sliding down on the sofa a little. “Six months after Joanna was born, when I asked you out and you said no, I went around Victoria’s apartment, and I was so angry I swung one of her golf clubs at a tree and bent it.”

“Really?”

“It was a 5-iron, I think. Maybe a 4-iron. Anyway, she called Mack and Titus, and they brought a bottle of Laphroaig around and sat there while I drank a third of it and then passed out on the sofa. Victoria said I snored so hard her flat-mate thought there was a pneum