‘Well off you go,’ she said. ‘Go to your party. You’re rid of me now. You’re free.’ With failing bravado, Dexter tried to laugh. ‘You sound like you’re dumping me!’ She smiled sadly. ‘I suppose I am in a way. You’re not who you used to be, Dex. I really, really liked the old one. I’d like him back, but in the meantime, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you should phone me anymore.’
