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‘I didn’t want to admit to the extent of my ignorance in company,’ Caroline says, in the taxi home, while I try to quell car sickness by concentrating on the troll figure in Man City strip dangling from the rear view mirror. The seats are covered in de-stress wooden massage beads, presumably to compensate for the effect of the driving. ‘But I’m guessing the Natalie Shale interview is a big deal then?’

‘It’d be great to get it. You remember the case?’

‘Only that it wasn’t very nice, really.’

‘An armed robbery at a security depot, the guard got thumped with the butt of a gun and lost an eye. The case against Lucas Shale was mostly circumstantial. No one on the press benches thought he’d done it, anyway. He’d been straight for twenty years, gorgeous wife, cute little twin daughters, and everyone thought her evidence that they were at home that night would get him off. The feeling at the time was that the police were under pressure to find someone fast because it was so violent.’

‘Why didn’t she talk before?’

‘I suppose she’s had no reason to, till the appeal. Other than money, and it doesn’t look like she’s bothered. That’s the thing, I see a lot of people in court and both of them came across really well.’

‘Well, I’m pleased for you. Nice to have something to take your mind off … everything else.’

‘Yes,’ I say, thinking it won’t be the case on my mind as I go to sleep tonight.

‘And Simon’s single? Good job, good-looking, smart …’ Caroline ticks them off on her fingers.

A pause.

‘You’re not serious?’

‘Why not?’

‘Because,’ I splutter, as if she’s announced the world’s run by a coalition of lizards in a bunker, ‘for one thing, he’s not my type.’

‘Talk of “types” should probably end around the same time you stop having pin-ups on your wall. I like to think I have a happy marriage, and I never watched Take That thinking “I wish there was a prematurely grey one who wears loafers”.’

‘I know, but I mean, come on. Simon’s a million miles from Rhys.’

‘Do I have to point out that a plan to find someone like your ex contains a fatal flaw?’

‘You’re wasting your time. I don’t fancy him and men like him don’t fancy women like me, they fancy women like you. Or they marry women like you and fancy slim-hipped Cuban boys.’

‘This is typical.’

‘What?’

‘You spend one evening with a perfectly charming man and because his background’s different to yours you don’t just rule him out, you accuse him of being a closet case or a paedophile. You’re a raging inverted snob.’

‘I didn’t literally mean he’s a paedophile! And “different background” hardly covers it. He says “hello” as if it’s got all five vowels in it. He’s got one of those drawls where it sounds like his batteries are running out.’

‘It’s harder to meet people at our age. I mean, is there anyone with potential at work?’

‘Huh. Not without leaping the species barrier.’

‘Ben, though. Wooooh,’ Caroline makes a low whistle. ‘Forgive me for using Mindy lexicon, but, please serve me a slice of that.’

I grind my teeth.

‘Were you never tempted?’ she adds.

‘By Ben?’ I snort, over-acting a little.

‘Yes. I mean, I know he doesn’t look like he needs a good wash, as per your usual type, as we were just saying.’

‘Oh, no. More like the brother I never had.’ The brother I never had if we were raised in a cult in the Fens, under surveillance by the vice squad.

‘You were the perfect friend for him, then. Shame you didn’t stay in touch. Why didn’t you?’

‘Is it that strange?’

‘I suppose not. You’re normally good at that sort of thing, that’s all, and he seems fond of you.’

I say nothing, replying both too risky and too painful.

‘So if we can establish Simon’s at least AC/DC, there’s still no potential?’ Caroline asks.

‘Don’t let me be single for more than five minutes before you try to pair me off, will you. Jeez-us.’

‘Kidding,’ Caroline says. She’s trying to lean over to nudge me playfully when the car takes a corner and she gets thrown back against the door.