Her legs were long, but her kiss was longer, and oh my god she was beautiful.
Simon's sister Suzie first saw Adam at her brother's writers' club, one winter's night when she'd arrived to give Simon a ride home. He, poor boy, had broken his arm and couldn't write.
He'd used a voice recorder for a while, but their mom was slow typing it up. It didn't seem to matter: there were always giggles from Simon's room, followed by satisfied sighs, whenever Mom popped upstairs with tea and the latest transcription. Suzie guessed they took turns reading his latest story and acting it out.
Suzie was a little worried though, because her brother was spending a long time at the beach and was on the phone a lot to Auntie Melissa, who Suzie thought might be leading Simon astray.
So she phoned Adam. "Do you think it's all right, to leave the boy with Auntie Mel?"
"Yes, I think it's all right. So long as there are no baked beans. You know he's got a thing for Ann Margaret and has been watching old Ken Russell movies recently; but he does appear more interested in fishing."
"I hope so," Suzie replied.
"But enough about your brother," said Adam. "How've you been?"
"I'm excited. It's coming up for Valentine's Day and I'm hoping someone will give me roses."
"I'm sure someone will. Why wouldn't they, a pretty girl like you? Do you have a favourite secret admirer?"
"Not so much a secret admirer. More someone I'd like to admire me, without secrets." As she talked, Suzie curled a fine strand of hair through her fingers and thought how good it was to be alone, listening to Adam's slight English accent. "Tell me, Adam, did you ever go out with a blonde girl, when you were younger?"
