He leant well back in the seat. Closed his eyes and replayed Lou’s solo in the mind’s ear.
‘Well,’ Anna said.
‘Well what?’
‘What did you think of it?’
‘Band were good . . .’
‘I can hear a “but” bubbling to the surface.’
‘But . . . whatever the company of young women like those does for Fitz, it makes me feel old.’
‘You?! Old?! What the bloody hell do you think it does for me? You haven’t got tits heading for the equator faster than Blue Streak. You haven’t got dimples in your thighs the size of lunar craters. You don’t put on half a stone if you just look at cream cake.’
‘Sorry I spoke,’ said Troy.