Four Weddings And A Funeral 7 page

'Yes,' says Charles, very nervous now. 'Yes - hello Vee! Hi, Nicki! Great to see you.' He can see Carrie on another table. She's laughing with Matthew and Gareth. Charles would much rather be at their table.

Alistair seems to be giving them all a lesson on tea. 'There are about four hundred different kinds of tea, and all the fruit teas as well. I took Veronica out to India at Christmas to see the places where they grow it.'

'Excellent,' says Charles.

'You and Veronica went to India together, didn't you Charles?' Alistair asks.

'That's right,' Charles answers. So Veronica was once a girlfriend of Charles's.

'Charles was horrible,' says Veronica. 'I was really ill, and he just joked all the time.'

'I was only trying to make you feel better, Vee.'

'Oh, you're that Veronica,' says Nicki.

'Which Veronica?' Veronica asks. 'Charlie - what have you been saying?' She's worried too now.

But Charles doesn't want to answer the question. 'Remember Bombay?' he asks brightly.

Nicki continues: 'When Charles and I were going out together,' - so she's another old girlfriend of his - 'he told me about this "interesting" journey he'd taken round India with "Vomiting Veronica" Yes, I think that's right. I'm sure that's what he called her.'

'Did I really say that?' asks Charles quickly 'No I don't think so -'

'Oh come on, Charles,' says Martha, who is old girlfriend number three at the table. 'You could never keep a secret. You're hopeless.'

Charles is certainly in a horrible mess now.

'Martha, that's not quite true -'

'I'm sure it is, Charles,' says Nicki.

'I remember another thing you told me,' Martha continues. 'About a girlfriend that you had called Helena. Her mother liked you too. She wanted to go to bed with you! You told me that you didn't know what to do. "Would it be rude to refuse her?" you asked yourself.'

'That's right!' adds Nicki. 'You said that they were both as fat as pigs! Mrs Piggy, and Miss Piggy -'

'I think perhaps -' says Charles, but the three girls are laughing loudly and they're not listening to him.

Finally, the fourth girl, who is sitting quietly next to him, speaks. 'We've both lost weight since then, my mother and I,' she says, taking another chocolate.

It is a disaster for Charles. But fortunately it's now time for the speeches.

'Ah - great - speeches!' he says. At least they can't talk about him any more until later.

Everyone claps Tom as he stands up.

'Yes - when Bernard told me he was getting married to Lydia, I congratulated him. All his other girlfriends were real dogs, you see! And of course, I'm delighted to see so many of them here this evening...'

It is a terrible speech, but Tom thinks he is doing well. So does Gareth! He seems to enjoy really awful things.

'Camilla is one of them - it's lovely to see you again, Camilla! She was the first person who Bernard wanted to marry. She told him to go to hell! It's lucky for Lydia that she did!'

When the dinner and the formal parts of the reception are over, Charles and his friends are free to meet up again. They find some comfortable sofas, and sit down together to chat.

Gareth is talking about the wedding dinner. For once, he is not being rude. 'We had a lovely girl at our table - Carrie. She's going to marry a man called Hamish. He's very rich and owns half of Scotland. So, how are you?' he asks Charles.

'This is the wedding from hell!' Charles answers. 'Old girlfriends everywhere. I'll probably meet Henrietta next. That'll really finish the day off for me!'

'Hello, Charles,' a voice says from behind him. It's Henrietta and, of course, she's also one of Charles's old girlfriends. Charles seems to have no luck at all today. Henrietta is a tall, dark girl, and she is usually quite attractive. But now her face is white, and she looks very unhappy. Charles is feeling bad, but Henrietta seems to feel even worse.

'Hello, Hen, how are you?' says Charles brightly, trying to pretend that everything is all right. He hopes that she did not hear his last few words.

She is silent for a moment, then she bursts into tears.

'Oh, Hen,' says Charles, sympathetically.

Helena jumps up from the sofa in a temper. 'Why can't you just leave her alone? Haven't you hurt her enough?'

She leads Henrietta away.

Charles gets up. 'Excuse me,' he says to Gareth. 'I think I am a walking disaster at the moment. I think I'd better go away and be alone.'

But not everyone is having a bad time. David, Charles's brother, is talking to Serena, the pretty girl who was interested in him at the last wedding reception. She has been hoping to meet him again, and has started to learn sign language so that she can communicate with him.

She signs her name. 'I'm S-e-r-e-n-a.'

David smiles sweetly at her.

'Hello,' he signs back.

'I'm just learning,' says Serena with her hands. 'I'm probably making lots of mistakes.'

She certainly is - she signs 'tols' instead of 'lots', and 'nistakes', instead of mistakes. But David doesn't want to correct her. He shakes his head and smiles again.

'No, perfect. Perfect,' he tells her. 'Would you like to dance?'

'Yes, that would be nice,' Serena replies. They go off together, looking very happy.

Charles is in a bedroom upstairs. It seems to be empty - the door was open, but there was nobody inside, just a suit hanging up on a cupboard door. It's dark now, but he doesn't turn the light on. He goes to the window and looks down on to the street below. He just stands there quietly, glad to be alone in a calm room. But after a minute or two, he sees Carrie down there. She's coming out of the hotel with Hamish. They have their arms around each other and look very happy. They get into a taxi together. Charles watches them unhappily as they drive off. He seems to be very depressed.

Then the door opens, and Bernard and Lydia come in, kissing noisily. They are so interested in each other that they don't notice Charles. They are still dressed for the wedding - Lydia in her bride's dress, and Bernard in his suit. This is their room, the place where they are going to change into their other clothes before they go away on their honeymoon.

But they're not ready to change yet. They are about to have sex on the bed. Charles wonders how he can escape, and he begins to try to walk from the window to the door very, very quietly.

Then suddenly Lydia cries, 'Wait a minute! This isn't good enough! I want to see my lovely husband!'

She turns on the light. She is lying on top of Bernard - she still has her dress on, but Charles knows what's happening underneath it. Luckily, they don't see Charles. But he can't get past them to the door. Then he sees another door nearer to him, so he opens it and goes through it as fast as he can. Oh, no! It's only a kind of very small washroom - no more than a cupboard, really! There's almost no room in it for Charles! He waits there; it's very uncomfortable, and it seems to him that he has to wait for hours.

***

Downstairs, the other guests are enjoying themselves. Several of them are dancing to the lively music. Scarlett is sitting in a strange place, like Charles upstairs. She's under a table with one of the small bridesmaids. They are both dancing to the music but only using their hands for the dancing movements.

'Have you got a boyfriend?' Scarlett asks the little girl, whose name is Freda.

'Yes,' says Freda.

'What's his name?'

'Dolph. He's good at table-tennis. And you?'

'No. No boyfriend.'

'Why not?'

'I don't know,' says Scarlett, a little unhappily. When I like men, they don't seem to like me. They think I'm stupid. Then, the ones who like me - well, I think they're stupid! I don't want to go out with them. So that doesn't get me anywhere, does it?'

Upstairs, in the bedroom, time passes. Lydia and Bernard are still making love, very noisily. Charles is sitting on the basin in the washroom. He looks at his watch.

'God, are they going to finish soon?' he wonders. If he'd known they were going to take so long, he wouldn't have hidden there.

'Oh - I love my wife!' cries Bernard.

'I-love-my-husband!' screams Lydia.

They finish. After a quiet moment or two Bernard says, 'We'd better go downstairs now, I suppose.'

Charles nods. 'Yes! Yes!' he says silently to himself.

'Or,' says Lydia, 'we could wait a few minutes - and start again!'

'No, no!' Charles shakes his head inside the cupboard.

He really can't stay there any longer, so he opens the door. He walks past Lydia and Bernard who are still lying on the bed. They are amazed and stare at him in great surprise, but he pretends that it's not strange at all. He holds up a pencil as he walks towards the door of the room.

'I found it!' he says, and goes out.

But his troubles are not over. Henrietta is outside.

'Charles, we must talk,' she says firmly.

'Right, right,' he says pleasantly. Is this a bad dream? But he would rather talk to Henrietta than stay in the bedroom with Bernard and Lydia!

They start walking downstairs together.

'The thing is, Charlie, I've spoken to lots of people about you.'

'Oh, God!' says Charles.

'And everyone agrees that you're in real trouble, Charles,' she continues seriously.

'Am I?' he asks.

'You see, you have one girlfriend after another, but you don't love any of them. You never let a woman get close to you at all.'

'No, no, Hen, it's not like that -' says Charles.

'But it's no good.' Henrietta continues, 'You're nice to them, sweet to them - you were sweet to me, though you thought I was stupid.'

'I didn't.'

'Yes you did. You don't give people a chance. Whenever you have a new girlfriend, you think, "I mustn't fall in love. I mustn't get married.'"

'Hen, you know me! I don't think like that! Most of the time - well, I don't think at all!'

'Oh, Charlie!' Henrietta suddenly throws her arms around him. 'The way you used to look at me! I thought - I thought that you were going to ask me to marry you! But you were only thinking about how to leave me. Oh - this is awful!'

She walks away. She is very upset. Charles just stands there. He can't move. Actually, he doesn't know what to do. Then he turns round and sees Carrie behind him.

'Are you having a good time?' she asks him.

'Oh, yes, of course! Wonderful - better than my father's funeral! Really entertaining!' Charles says. 'I thought you'd gone.'

'No - Hamish is going on the night train to Edinburgh. I just went with him to the station. But I am leaving now. Do you want to come with me?'

So Charles and Carrie drive off together through the late-night streets of London. The taxi takes them to Carrie's flat.

'Are you coming up for a drink?' she asks Charles.

'Are you sure?' he asks. He looks rather doubtful about the situation.

'Yes - I think we can take a chance!' she jokes. 'You're attractive - but I can still refuse you, no problem! You're not so attractive, you know!'

Charles is not feeling very confident after all the horrible things that have happened today, so he doesn't share the joke. 'OK. Yes. Great.' he says, without a smile.

But as soon as they are together in Carrie's flat, it's like the last time that they met. They kiss, and become lovers again. They are both very happy to be with each other, and they spend the night together. But Carrie is still going to marry Hamish. Charles has left it all too late.

In the early morning, Charles gets up first. He puts on his formal wedding suit again; he doesn't have any other clothes with him. He looks at Carrie for a long moment, and she looks back at him. She is very beautiful. They seem to be in love and Charles doesn't want to go. Finally, he turns and leaves the room quietly. What would have happened to the couple if Charles hadn't been so confused?

Chapter three

A Free Saturday

It is nearly noon on Saturday, September the 1st. Charles is in bed, asleep as usual. The door opens, and Scarlett comes in, carrying cups and plates and the morning letters.

'Good morning, Charles. I've brought us some breakfast. Sorry the toast's a bit burnt.'

She sits down on the edge of the bed. Charles wakes up. Scarlett pours the tea and spreads butter on the toast. They eat breakfast together comfortably.

'What are you going to do today?' she asks him. 'Well,' says Charles, 'today is a day without a wedding. A free Saturday! The only thing that I have to do is to meet David. I mustn't be late for him.'

He picks up a large white envelope and opens it.

'I think I'll look for a job today,' says Scarlett. 'I heard about one the other day, as a shop assistant. You have to sell strange clothes to strange people. I think I'd be good at it.'

But Charles isn't concentrating. He is studying the card in the envelope. He looks rather upset.

'Are you all right?' Scarlett asks him.

'It's that girl, Carrie - do you remember? The American girl. It's the invitation to her wedding.'

The invitation also tells guests the address of the shop where they can buy presents for the bride and groom. This is another custom for some people in England. It seems that Charles is still going to spend his time today on weddings.

The shop is horribly expensive. There are handmade carpets, there is furniture from different parts of the world, and the place is full of all kinds of unusual and beautiful things.

The shop assistant is also very elegant. She looks down her nose at Charles, who is wearing an old shirt with his shorts and running shoes. He doesn't look at all smart.

'Excuse me,' he asks her. 'Do you have the wedding list for Banks? Hamish and Carrie Banks?' Carrie Banks is what Carrie will be called after her marriage to Hamish.

The assistant looks at Charles with dislike. 'Certainly, sir. I can show you plenty of presents for about one thousand pounds.'

'Ah!' says Charles, who is amazed, but is trying not to show it. 'What about presents for fifty pounds?'

'You can buy this one,' says the assistant. She points to a life-size wooden African man.

'This?' says Charles. 'Excellent!'

'You can buy it,' the assistant says nastily, 'if you can find someone to pay the other three thousand, nine hundred and fifty pounds.'

Charles smiles. He is still being very polite and trying to look calm.

'Or we sell plastic bags for one pound fifty pence each,' she continues. 'Why don't you just buy thirty-three of them?'

'Actually, I think I'll probably leave it. Thanks very much. You've been very...' He was going to say 'helpful', but it wouldn't be true.

As he turns round to go out of the shop, Carrie walks in.

'What did you get?' she asks him, smiling. She looks very happy.

'Oh - nothing, nothing yet! I've just been looking,' says Charles. It is once again a surprise to meet her. He is always delighted to see her, but he never knows what to say.

'It's nice to see you,' she says.

'It's nice to see you', says Charles.

'It's great, getting presents,' says Carrie. She laughs. 'Why didn't I get married years ago? Has anybody bought the wooden African yet?' she asks the assistant.

'The young man is thinking about it,' says the assistant, icily polite.

Charles nods thoughtfully, trying to look as if this is a serious idea.

'Oh no,' says Carrie, who is quick to understand. 'Get me something small - a teapot or something. Are you free for about half an hour?'

'Yes - I have to meet my brother, but - I can be a little bit late.' It's a lie. David will be annoyed if Charles is late. But he doesn't want to miss the chance to spend some time with Carrie.

'Good,' she says. 'Come with me. I've got to make an important decision.'

She takes Charles off to the dress shop where she plans to choose her wedding dress.

'The most important thing', she says, 'is - please don't laugh!'

'OK. Right,' says Charles, seriously.

The assistant brings dress after dress. Carrie takes each one away and tries it on. Each time, when she's ready, she comes out and shows Charles. The first dress is very complicated, with full skirts.

'What do you think?' she asks him.

'Lovely!' says Charles.

'Isn't it a bit like a cake?' she asks him.

'Well -' says Charles.

'Don't worry,' says Carrie. 'I thought so too! But we've only just begun.'

She comes out next in a very modern style of dress. Actually, it is not really a dress at all - it's a suit with trousers, a long open coat, and a very small top. Sexy!

'What do you think this time?' asks Carrie.

'You're joking!' says Charles.

'But it's wonderful, isn't it? Maybe next time...'

The next dress is long, in a 'country girl' style, like an old eighteenth-century picture. It is quite sweet, but not right for Carrie.

'What do you think?' she asks again.

'Ah-' says Charles.

'I knew it!' she says, smiling, and goes behind the curtain to take it off.

Then she comes out in a very simple, but very sexy dress.

'It's a bit sexy,' she says.

'If I was your husband, I'd be so proud,' says Charles, and he means it. 'But maybe you're right. You don't want the priest to get too excited!'

After Carrie has chosen her dress, they go to a cafe together to drink tea. It has started to rain now.

'Marriage is strange,' says Charles. 'Just one man and one woman - no more lovers, ever! Do you think you'll stay faithful?'

'Yes, once I'm married,' Carrie replies. 'I told Hamish that I would kill him if he goes with another woman. So I'd better do the same, I think, and leave other men alone.'

'Quite right,' says Charles.

'And I've had plenty of lovers in my life,' she continues.

'Have you?' asks Charles, surprised. 'How many is "plenty"?'

'Well - oh I don't know,' says Carrie, a little bit embarrassed. 'More than one.'

'Tell me!' says Charles. 'There are no secrets between us now. I've seen the wedding dress, remember?'

'Well -' says Carrie, and she starts to count on her fingers. 'The first one, of course, you never forget. It was nice. Number two - he had too much hair on his back! Three - four - five - number six was on my birthday, in my parents' bedroom.'

'Which birthday?' asks Charles quickly.

'My seventeenth,' she answers.

'Seventeen? You got to number six by your seventeenth birthday?'

'I grew up in the country - it's different there,' she says. 'OK - seven was good. Eight - rather small! That was a shock! Nine - we were standing up against a gate. Never try it, Charles. It's very uncomfortable.'

'I won't,' he promises her seriously.

'Ten was wonderful, really like heaven.'

'I hate him,' says Charles.

'Eleven - no good. Numbers twelve to seventeen were during my university years. They were all nice, intelligent boys - but the sex wasn't much good. Eighteen broke my heart. I couldn't forget him for years afterwards.'

'I'm sorry,' Charles says.

'I don't remember number nineteen. But my girlfriend says that it did happen - twice. She shared my room, so she should know. Twenty - are we really at twenty? God! Twenty-one - horrible! I don't want to talk about him. Twenty-two - well, he was always falling asleep! That was my first year in England.'

'I must apologize for England, and Englishmen,' says Charles.

'Twenty-three and twenty-four were together - I won't forget that!'

'Seriously?' asks Charles, but she won't answer him. He is not sure how much of this is serious at all.

'Twenty-five was a lovely Frenchman. Twenty-six was an awful Frenchman. Twenty-seven was a mistake.'

'Suddenly, at number twenty-seven, you made a mistake?' asks Charles. 'Can this really be true?'

'He kept on screaming,' says Carrie simply. 'I nearly gave up sex after that. But Spencer changed my mind for me. He was number twenty-eight. Then there was his father, number twenty-nine.'

'Spencer's father?' Charles repeats.

'Then thirty - horrible! Thirty-one - oh my God! Thirty-two -' she pauses. 'Thirty-two was lovely. And then there's Hamish, number thirty-three.'

'So I was - after Hamish?' asks Charles. He really wants to know now.

'No, you were thirty-two,' replies Carrie, and Charles thinks about this.

'That's it, then,' says Carrie. 'Less than Madonna, more than Princess Diana - I hope. What about you? How many people have you slept with?'

'Not as many as you!' Charles answers. 'I probably don't have enough time. What do I do with my time? Actually, I don't really know. I work - yes, that's it! Work, work and more work. I'm always working late!'

Carrie laughs. And suddenly, they both stop talking. There is a very serious, silent moment; something has happened, and they both feel it.

'I wish I'd phoned you,' says Charles. 'But you didn't ring me.' Then he looks at his watch. 'Oh, hell! Help me, please! I'm late - again!'

When they reach the cinema, David is still waiting outside. If it hadn't been his brother he would have probably have left by now. Charles is very, very late. David signs to him, 'You're not my brother any more! You're just some stupid fool that I once met!'

'Carrie, this is David, my brother,' says Charles. 'This is Carrie,' he signs.

'Hi,' says Carrie.

'We were buying a wedding dress for her,' Charles signs.

'That's a really poor excuse,' David replies. 'Who's she marrying?'

They can now have a secret conversation, because Carrie doesn't understand sign language.

'A real fool,' says Charles.

'How does a fool find a beautiful wife like her?' asks David.

Carrie is waiting for a translation.

'Yes, I'm just telling David that you're marrying Hamish. "What a lucky man!" he said to me.'

'Didn't you make love to her once?' asks David. Fortunately, Carrie still can't understand.

'He wants to know where you are getting married,' Charles pretends to translate.

'In Scotland,' Carrie answers.

'She's got lovely breasts!' says David, and uses his hands to describe them.

'"Oh, lovely hills up there in Scotland," he says!' Charles translates quickly.

'Why don't you come to the wedding?' Carrie asks David. 'I'd like some nice friends to come - Hamish is going to invite some awful people. Well, you'd better go in and see the film. Goodbye!'

The brothers watch her as she walks away. Charles and David go into the cinema, but suddenly Charles changes his mind.

'Oh, hell!' he says.

He runs out of the cinema and chases Carrie up the steps. David is left alone at the entrance to the cinema. Charles catches up with Carrie by the river.

'Carrie! - Sorry, sorry! Oh - this is stupid - you've just bought your wedding dress. But I wondered if there was any chance - no, obviously not! I've only slept with nine women - so why am I asking silly questions? But I just wondered - I really feel - well, let me say it more clearly, like the man in the song. Or was it the man on television? "I think I love you." Would you perhaps like to - no, no, of course not! I'm a fool, and he isn't. Excellent. Excellent. Lovely to see you. Must go now.'

He turns to leave, then adds, 'Damn!'

'That was very sweet,' says Carrie. She is smiling at him and looks very affectionate.

'Well, I thought about it a lot, you know. I wanted to get it just right. It's important that I've said it.'

'What have you said, exactly?' asks Carrie.

'I said that I think - oh, you know what I said!' Charles is finding this very difficult.

'You're lovely,' says Carrie, and kisses him. For a minute, they stand close together, then Carrie walks away. She looks back at him one last time.

Chapter four

The Third Wedding

You are invited to the wedding of Hamish and Carrie on September 28th, in the church at Glenthrist Castle, Perthshire, Scotland

It is already a cold, wet autumn in Scotland by the time of Hamish and Carrie's wedding. The mountains and lakes look very beautiful but also very gloomy and grey. Charles arrives late - as usual - and tries to change quickly out of the warm, heavy clothes that he put on for the journey. He takes off his pullover and puts on his wedding coat before he steps out of the car. The wedding is in the little church that belongs to Hamish's castle.

The door of the church makes a loud noise as Charles opens it. 'Sorry, sorry,' he whispers. Everybody turns round to see who's there.

The little church looks charming. The service has begun, and Carrie is standing with Hamish and the priest at the front. She looks lovely, too - serious, but beautiful. The priest asks Hamish whether he will take Carrie for his wife.

'I do,' says Hamish.

He asks Carrie whether she is willing to take Hamish for her husband.

'I do,' answers Carrie.

'Damn, damn, damn it to hell!' whispers Charles as violently as he dares. His last hope has disappeared.

The reception is in the fine castle that Hamish owns. As the guests walk there from the church they can hear special Scottish music being played. When they arrive, they are welcomed by servants who are wearing formal Scottish uniforms. Among the guests, many of the men are wearing Scottish-style clothes too and some of the ladies are also dressed in the Scottish style. The bride, the groom and the family are standing in a line. The guests shake hands with them as they come in. Carrie is standing at the end of the line, next to Hamish. Charles congratulates Carrie.

'You look beautiful,' he says as he shakes her hand.

There is some lively Scottish dancing in the middle of the room.

'Oh, great!' says Gareth. 'It's like one of those films! It's so Scottish that it can't possibly be true!'

He joins in the dancing enthusiastically.

'Dear friends,' he says a little later, when his usual group of friends is standing together at the edge of the room. 'None of us is married. You know, I was always proud of that. Not a wedding ring between us! But now, I'm getting older, and it's suddenly begun to make me sad. I'd like to go to the wedding of someone who I really love.'

'Well, don't blame me!' says Tom. 'I've asked everybody that I know to marry me!'

'You haven't asked me,' says Scarlett, a little sadly.

'Haven't I?' asks Tom in surprise.

'No,' she shakes her head.

'Well, Scarlett - would you like to marry me?'

'No thank you, Tom. It was very nice of you to ask me.'

'Well, any time you like,' says Tom kindly.

'Good man, Tom!' shouts Gareth. 'Now, why don't the rest of you do the same? Go and find husbands and wives for yourselves! Those are your orders for tonight. But first we'll all drink to "True Love!'"

'What about you, Fi?' Tom asks his sister. 'Can you see a husband here?'

'Oh, get lost, Tom!' replies Fiona.

'True love!' They all raise their glasses.

Tom takes the idea seriously. He tries to talk to a pretty woman, 'A lot of people actually meet their husbands and wives at weddings. Did you know that?'

'Yes, I met my husband at a wedding,' she answers him.

'Oh. Oh well,' says Tom, and drinks the rest of his wine very quickly. 'Look at that! My glass is empty. Excuse me -'

Scarlett seems to be having better luck. The person she is talking to is probably the best-looking man at the wedding. And he's not wearing Scottish clothes - he's American.

'Hello, my name's Scarlett. Like Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind but I'm much less trouble than she was! What's your name?'

'My name's Rhett,' says the American.

'No - from the same story? Not really?'

'No, not really,' he smiles. 'My name's Chester.'

'You're a joker!' Scarlett laughs. 'When I meet Americans, I always think that they're going to be boring. But of course, you're not boring, are you? You're lovely!'

Scarlett has to look up a long way when she talks to Chester. He is very tall and she is short. It looks quite funny.

Charles is hiding from Henrietta, but she soon finds him.

'Oh, hi, Hen! Sorry - I didn't come to talk to you because I really don't want an argument today. I'm sure that we've got lots to talk about, but not today, Hen, not today!'

'Did I behave badly, last time?' Henrietta asks.

'It was quite frightening,' says Charles. 'Like a murder film.'

Henrietta laughs - she is in a good mood. Charles decides that he's safe with her today, and so he goes on talking to her.

'Oh, Hen, I'm depressed,' says Charles. 'What about you? How are you?'

'Well, I'm quite happy actually,' she says. 'I've got a new boyfriend and my weight's down to almost nothing.'

'Perhaps you were right, Hen,' says Charles. 'Perhaps we should have got married. '

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