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hoping that I'd
find a young Greek man and fall in love. Maybe she wanted me to
have the things she'd missed. As I left the house, I wondered why
she'd never remarried. My father would have wanted it. I think.
    Walking down
the street with the letter in my bag, I was determined not to allow
David to change my mind. My heart was set on the holiday. I
realized that it wasn't the opportunity of a lifetime, but it was
an opportunity not to be missed. Don't look a gift-horse in the
mouth. I never did know what that meant. In my bedroom Sharon had
been a gift-horse. I wanted her mouth.
    The evening
sun warmed me as I walked along the tree-lined street. In my
dreaming, I imagined that I was in Greece walking to a taverna.
Sharon was with me, her warm hand clutching mine. She wore a short
turquoise skirt and matching bikini top. The cleavage of her
breasts was deep, inviting. Her ripe nipples stood proud beneath
the tight material. They sought the warmth of my mouth. Beneath her
skirt she was naked. The evening was too hot to wear panties.
Panties were restricting, they repressed sexual love.
    We passed an
old man sitting on a doorstep. His gnarled hands toyed with
worry-beads. He didn't look up at us. In his worrying, he hadn't
seen us. He must have lived long ago. He must have lived and loved.
Perhaps he'd loved and died. Love kills. Music drifted from the
taverna as we walked. Glasses chinked and laughter filled the warm
air. Crickets chirped. I was in heaven. I was with Sharon.
    Dropping the
letter into the box by the pub, I felt happy. I'd taken the plunge.
The letter posted, the plane ticket at home, I was all set to go.
But there was David. He'd complain, moan bitterly. But I needed the
break, the break from him if nothing else. I'd fallen into a rut in
recent months and couldn't climb out. David was digging the
deepening rut. David was the rut.
    The pub didn't look inviting. The paintwork was cracked and
dry, the windows dirty. The Polar
Bear . The name was wintry, I didn't like
it. I would have preferred The Summer
Breeze or The
Plough and Meadow . Entering the building, I
walked to the bar and ordered a coke.
    A few people were scattered here and there. They leaned on the
bar or up against the wall. Some perched on stools, their heads
hung in their boredom. They held their glasses nervously, sipping
now and then in their self-consciousness. Their eyes darting, they
caught each other's eyes and let out false chuckles. They were
uneasy. They didn't want to be there. They didn't want to be with
their partners. The Polar Bear was appropriate.
    Sitting at a
table with my drink, I gazed at the pale faces of my fellow
patrons. One man jumped and looked round every time the door
opened. He was in his fifties, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Was he
trying to discover his lost youth? He was with a girl half his age.
She was blonde, pretty with pouting lips. Her legs seemed too long
for her short skirt. Was I jealous? At the end of the evening she
would open her legs for him. What did she get in return? Money? He
was nervous, twitchy. Did he think his wife would turn up and
discover his infidelity?
    I sipped my coke. The bubbles went up my nose, the ice
chinked. I looked about the bar and wondered why I was
there. Quiz Night Every
Thursday . The chalked notice wasn't
inviting. David would be the quizmaster. Who are you going to
Greece with? How long are you going for? Is there someone else?
Will you be pleased to be away from me? Why can't we go together?
Why? Why? Why? I didn't know why anything. My dislike for David was
growing fast.
    He walked into the bar like a man walking into a lingerie
department. He looked awkward, out of place. He didn't know his
wife's bust size. Padded cups? Under wired? He held his hand to his
head and looked about him. He was angry. Catching sight of me, he
walked briskly towards me and sat down. Thank you, David. I'd love another Coke. Yes, I'm fine. Yes, I
had a great day at work . Did he know the
real me?