It s the oddest thing she couldn t have had more fun when she was small, bobbing about in the back of the car, racing round and round the Cap from one terrasse to another, when half the girls in her school had never even been on the continent. I ve never smelt a whiff of perfume on the girl. And the whole delightful frisson of sex and flirtation and the illicit affair seems to have disappeared in a fug of angsting about the whys and wherefores and respect and independence and blah blah blah. Young enough to be legal son. I could murder a bit of ham.
People survive for days in the desert.
It s the water that kills you. Now I m not going to think about that. There s nothing to be gained. I shall tell them I was drunk and stick to it. Drunk drunk drunkety drunk.