For someone in a floral blouse, Josie could bristle quite impressively. “I was expressing sympathy. You wouldn’t understand because you don’t have children.” Rosaline felt a bit like she’d blundered into quicksand and, when Florian tried to help her, dragged him in afterwards. “Why do you think he wouldn’t have children?” she asked. “Well, because—” “To save you finishing that thought, dear,” said Florian quickly, “I don’t. But that’s because I’m a misanthropist, not because I’m a homosexual.”
