It’s two a.m., the Christmas party’s over. On the coach back to Reading I'm talking to Sue, who I don't know well. Everyone’s either drunk or asleep except Sue, the driver and me.
"How will you get home?"
"My husband's collecting me."
"How long have you been married?"
"Twenty-six years." She doesn't look old enough.
“Twenty-six years! What’s the secret of your success?” I’m always keen to pick up tips.
She doesn’t pause.
“I have a lot of affairs.”
It’s two a.m., the party’s over, I’m on the coach home. Everyone’s either drunk or asleep, except the driver and me.
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