‘I wouldn’t like it to end,’ said Willoughby. ‘In fact, Clarissa wants to meet you.’
‘Clarissa?’
‘My wife. Let’s meet socially, very soon.’
‘Thank you.’
‘I’m sorry for the way all this began, Charlie. It was wrong to treat you as I did.’
‘Forget it.’
‘I’d like the association to continue.’
Charlie shifted, uncertainly. How soon would it be before the fear diminished and the boredom began eating away at him again?
‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I made a lot of mistakes.’
‘But won in the end.’
‘Only just.’
Which was all he could ever hope for, decided Charlie. To win. By a small margin.