One Night Only (145 page)

“I
t
wa
s
aroun
d
th
e
tim
e
tha
t
Karaok
e
Kin
g
Kon
g
was gyratin
g
t
o
tha
t
‘
T
arza
n
Boy
’
son
g
fro
m
th
e
eighties.
”

“O
h
God
,
yeah!
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“
I
thin
k
I
ma
y
hav
e
been
givin
g
hi
m
th
e
ey
e
a
t
tha
t
stage
!
Afte
r
eac
h
drin
k
h
e
was beginnin
g
t
o
loo
k
mor
e
an
d
mor
e
lik
e
Georg
e
Clooney!” “Hol
y
shit
,
wha
t
wer
e
yo
u
drinking?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.
“
Y
o
u
woul
d
hav
e
neede
d
t
o
b
e
o
n
som
e
sor
t
o
f
drug
s
to
mak
e
tha
t
comparison!
”

“Exactly!
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“Bu
t
it
’
s
th
e
bes
t
I
ca
n
d
o
i
n
my
defence
.
I
wa
s
i
n
a
littl
e
worl
d
o
f
m
y
ow
n
an
d
wa
s
thinking
I
wa
s
a
Siz
e
Zer
o
supermodel
.
Neve
r
i
n
a
mont
h
of Sundays!
”

Poll
y
cranke
d
o
n
som
e
tune
s
an
d
the
y
relaxe
d
bac
k
in thei
r
seat
s
fo
r
th
e
duratio
n
o
f
thei
r
journe
y
,
interrupting th
e
silenc
e
onl
y
no
w
an
d
the
n
t
o
giv
e
ou
t
som
e
random flashback
s
o
f
th
e
nigh
t
before
.

“Remembe
r
th
e
gu
y
wh
o
wa
s
wearin
g
tw
o
lef
t
shoes!” sai
d
Gina
.
“H
e
wa
s
s
o
drun
k
h
e
didn
’
t
eve
n
notice!
”

“Remembe
r
th
e
poo
r
waite
r
i
n
th
e
Chinese
.
God
,
we
wil
l
g
o
t
o
hel
l
fo
r
that!
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“Poll
y
wa
s
s
o
cross
wit
h
us!
”

“O
h
shush!
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“N
o
pos
t
mortems
.
I
a
m
cringing
e
noug
h
a
s
i
t
is.
”

“An
d
w
e
won
’
t
mentio
n
Gina
’
s
Jacuzzi!
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“I
thin
k
yo
u
coul
d
writ
e
a
juic
y
bestselle
r
abou
t
that
.
Making
Lov
e
wit
h
Marco
!
Y
o
u
we
e
slut!
”

Gin
a
laughe
d
a
t
th
e
ide
a
bu
t
dee
p
dow
n
sh
e
was beginnin
g
t
o
fee
l
eve
r
s
o
slightl
y
ba
d
abou
t
he
r
antic
s
with Marco
.
Sh
e
wa
s
stil
l
a
marrie
d
woman
,
afte
r
all
.
Bu
t
then
sh
e
imagine
d
T
revo
r
an
d
hi
s
fis
t
an
d
hi
s
silence
s
an
d
his
disappearin
g
act
s
an
d
hi
s
liaison
s
wit
h
Sh
e
Wh
o
Must No
t
B
e
Named
.

“
I
don
’
t
regre
t
i
t
fo
r
a
second,
”
sh
e
said
.

Perhap
s
i
f
sh
e
sai
d
thos
e
word
s
enough
,
sh
e
migh
t
just
believ
e
it
.

“Ruth
,
i
s
i
t
oka
y
i
f
I
dro
p
yo
u
of
f
hom
e
first?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.

The
y
wer
e
approachin
g
thei
r
hom
e
villag
e
no
w
an
d
the moo
d
wa
s
a
mixtur
e
o
f
anticipation
,
relief
,
sorro
w
and
fea
r
.

“
Y
es
,
o
f
course,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“N
o
doub
t
m
y
so
n
and
daughter
will
have
the
red
carpet
lined
out
onto
the
street
fo
r
me
.
They’r
e
alway
s
doin
g
that
.
I
tol
d
the
m
n
o
fanfares thi
s
time
.
Tha
t
woul
d
b
e
jus
t
embarrassing.
”

Poll
y
pulle
d
u
p
outsid
e
Ruth
’
s
smar
t
townhouse
.
There
didn
’
t
see
m
t
o
b
e
an
y
sig
n
o
f
lif
e
inside
,
neve
r
min
d
red carpe
t
o
r
fanfares
.