She spent all afternoon halving these little bastards, Peggy says. I feel so spoilt, says Elaine. Where’s the cream? Jamie says. It’s inside, says Marianne. Why didn’t you bring it out? he says. Marianne pulls her chair back from the table coldly and stands up to go inside. It’s almost dark out now. Jamie ranges his eyes around the table, trying to find someone who will look back at him and agree that he was right to ask for the cream, or that Marianne was overreacting to an innocent query.
