“Did you see that amazing blonde?”
“Who didn’t? She’s living with Adam Sawyer. Apparently there’s a new one each summer. And none of them ever speaks.”
“I don’t think I could live like that.”
“I’m sure you couldn’t, Steve.”
“
“Steve?”
“Are there lots of people like Ernie and Dorothy? Still mad about each other after 45 years?”
“You’re asking the wrong girl, Steve. I haven’t met many. And certainly not among my clients.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Stop being sorry. You didn’t do or say anything wrong. And stop being so polite. You’re a teenager, you’re sullen, surly and a brat.” I tickled him as if he were
“Fuck off.”
“Yes!! At last.” I went back to stroking his hair. “Steve, I think there is a very high chance you will meet your Dorothy. But she isn’t going to be delivered to you in a parcel, with a big label. You have to search out and discover her. Or him. But when you do I am certain that you will have the same feelings in 50 years as you do now.”