Don’t Give Up ON US
Do you remember the day we first met?’
‘Hmm?’
‘You know, in the cafe, when you rescued that poor dog.’
Simon peered at April over his mug of coffee and noticed the faraway look in her green eyes.
‘Do you remember?’ he asked her again, gently.
She looked at him, almost without really seeing him, and shrugged.
‘It was a long time ago, Simon. It’s been 20 years.’
‘I still recall how that shaggy dog just bounded up to you, thinking you were his owner.’
April attempted a smile. ‘Our first date. We were just getting to know each other.’
‘You were wearing that purple top and skirt. You still have that outfit, don’t you?’
There was a pause and Simon hoped that she was about to reply, to be drawn into his talk of happier times, but then he watched as his wife suddenly got up from
