‘I don’t think life has meaning, it must be nice to believe in stuff’
‘For 15 years.’
‘And that ended? Life’s tough; people muck you about.’
‘It was good while it lasted.’ ‘Oh, well that’s nice.’ Emma frowned, and sighed. ‘Look, you can see how different we are? You convince people that poltergeists live in hotel rooms on the seafront, for goodness’ sake, and I’m a cynic.’
‘Does that matter?’ Jim asked, but she was drinking up. subject. I was in love for a long time, and I had a good marriage. It failed, but I believe that love can show up any time.’
Emma was silent, and then Jim’s phone rang.
‘Oh, sorry,’ he said. ‘I have to take this.’
It was Kirsty. She could hardly speak with laryngitis.
‘Stay in bed,’ Jim said, then rang off.
‘No nun for tomorrow then?’ Emma said.
‘It’s OK. I’ll just tell the