Spotting her just a few seconds later, sat facing side on to me in a booth about thirty feet away from me, leaning in and across the table, inevitably deep in conversation with the head of security.I stood there just watching, the two of them so wrapped in their conversation that they didn’t notice me. Both of their faces animated with excitement and happiness, Jill’s the more obvious as Malcolm’s role and personality forced him to be more guarded about showing emotion. As they talked and smiled, Jill reached across and took Malcolm’s hand in hers, the distance and loud music meaning I didn’t have the faintest idea of what they were saying.As I continued to watch them together I couldn’t help but think how much our marriage had changed – how much Jill had changed. At the simplest, most obvious level, the way that Jill was dressed was an outward marker for the change. The skirt she wore was barely a skirt, it was more like a black velour belt that just about covered her hips and was. She nodded, but I still had a nagging feeling that there was something I was missing.“So how are you and Daniel doing these days. I mean now that you are back from London,” I said. I was actually very interested in how they were doing. Newlyweds almost always had challenges as soon as the beds got made the morning after the wedding night.“Real good, well, you can imagine, Father,” she said. She could see that I was hoping she’d have stuck with the ‘dad’ thing. She began to fidget. My turn to notice stuff—again.“Candace, although there are those who might legitimately argue the point, I am not the village idiot. What’s going on. Something’s going on. Come on, don’t be trying to snow a snowman,” I said.My daughter suddenly looked angry, very angry, and that with me!“Daddy!” she said.“Daddy?” I said. She knew what I meant.“Yes, fucking daddy!” she blurted. Her language got my immediate attention. Whatever it was that she was here for it wasn’t my relationship with Marian Carton. That.
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