[He was tired, to give that up so easily. Or her mind wants to win and has written him to give in. How odd that she couldn't be certain which it was.]
No. I preferred us in London. [That was how she likes to remember him. In front of the fireplace in that little flat on Baker Street. Not in the eerie jumbo jet where she'd torn him apart. Not at the country manse where he had returned the favour. Not even in Karachi or Islamabad. London was where he was most quintessentially himself, and she was most purely herself.]
But this [She weaves around another pile of snow, and gestures to the city around them, with its cold winters and busy skyscrapers and utterly irritable Americans.] will have to do, I suppose.
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No. I preferred us in London. [That was how she likes to remember him. In front of the fireplace in that little flat on Baker Street. Not in the eerie jumbo jet where she'd torn him apart. Not at the country manse where he had returned the favour. Not even in Karachi or Islamabad. London was where he was most quintessentially himself, and she was most purely herself.]
But this [She weaves around another pile of snow, and gestures to the city around them, with its cold winters and busy skyscrapers and utterly irritable Americans.] will have to do, I suppose.