Gold

Gold — page 7
every detail of the world and people around him In contrast his wife Pam is at least a foot shorter and is always neatly dressed Her honey-blond hair is stylishly cut and she’s wearing a bright flowery summer dress and carrying a new Italian-leather shoulder bag She sees us smiles waves and heads over Jack gazing at the low sun painting the front of the cathedral a dramatic gold stumbles into a busload of Japanese tourists Hello you two Pam says as she glides between the tables kisses us both on the cheek and sits down She loops her bag over the back of the chair and looks out onto the square Jack is untangling himself from the tourists who keep trying to take selfies with him I don’t know how he ever gets anywhere Pam shakes her head and 6 John Wilson