‘And is that how a man loves a woman,’ he interrupted me suddenly, ‘for bedding?’ ‘It’s a part of it!’ I felt suddenly defensive but could not say why. He arched an eyebrow at me and said calmly, ‘You are confusing plumbing and love again.’ ‘It’s more than plumbing!’ I shouted at him. A bird abruptly flew off, cawing. I glanced back at Kettle and
