I was really doing. He gave me a small maybe apologetic smile and did not try to touch me. I wondered if he even remembered our early morning telephone conversation. 'Fireworks ' I said. 'Look. ' 'Ah. Yes of course. Gunpowder treason and plot and all that sort of thing. ' 'That sort of thing ' I agreed. There was an awkward silence. 'Pretty good view for a billiards room ' I said. He looked at me. 'They're usually on the ground floor because of the weight ' I explained. He nodded and looked thoughtful... read more
