The puzzle of PETER
It was Book Club night and Marion was hosting it at her house. She had bottles of white wine cooling in the fridge, red standing on the side, and she had made enough finger food for the 15 women who had said they would come. Fifteen! She couldn’t understand it. She’d been to three book clubs since moving to Duke’s Avenue six months ago, and each time, only six or seven members had turned up.
Peter, Marion’s husband, had never been a natural fit in Duke’s Avenue. The residents of the other 15 houses were very sociable. Apart from the book club, there were drinks and parties and dinners and barbecues, but Peter didn’t like going to any of those things.
When Marion first met him, over 20 years ago, at the accountancy firm where they both worked, she had
