She just threw her head back and ran her hand slowly through her hair. There was a preening in it, a self-caress, a feeling pleased with the world.
I was driving behind them and couldn't help wondering if this was it, if I'd got it disastrously wrong, if there was indeed nothing more. The car was young and sporty, and the driver took the corners with the impetuous confidence of youth. And there she was, basking in the passenger seat as if she was a model posing. No kids, no problems, not a thing - nothing.
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© Farmer 26 January 1996