All of which was as clear to him this evening as if it had happened an hour ago. He could recall all of it, could recall her pushing back her hair to expose the whorl of her ear and the flesh of her neck where the scent had kissed, could recall the risen hem of the strawberry-coloured coat on the seat and the fingers of her right hand coming down in repose on it, but no matter how he tried, he could not make himself turn in the car seat and tell her that, though at his age he thought it ridiculous, it was nonetheless certain: he was falling in love with her.
