Simon said, “Marry a nice girl, we all do, for appearances,” only now that I have, he tells me he was joking.
Simon said, “Elliot, it’s easily solved. Leave the gas on when she’s sleeping. Drive straight over: you were here playing poker with us all night long. Go home crack of dawn, walk in on a tragedy.”
Simon says all this but there in his flat, I couldn’t stop seeing Leigh, lying in bed, breathing, and now I’m racing across London through the rain, Hyde Park Corner up ahead. The streets are deserted. The lights turn red.
Simon says Go.