“Come on,” said Zee. “It looks safe enough.” “Yeah, like that’s all you’re concerned about,” Simon replied with a smug smile as he followed. He put on a falsetto, clasping his hands to his heart. “Oh, Lucy, wait for me, I’ll look after you.” Zee turned and scowled, the blood rushing to his face. And, incredibly, we were all laughing as we entered the vaulted doors of St. Martin’s.

