““He lives near me so we do some things together.” His throat felt tight. “Well, lots of things, actually. But of course we have our own lives. Both know it’s important we don’t get in each other’s way. It’s not like he needs me, needs my help for anything.” “But you do.” Garry turned his head so swiftly, he heard it crick. “You need him,” Emily announced, gravely. “Don’t you?” And while he desperately searched for something to say that would stop this right now, she peered carefully at his shoulders and neck. “You need him to do your hair, to comb out those very nasty dangles. It’s difficult, I know. I can’t do my plates on my own.” Max caught Garry’s eye. “Tangles,” he mouthed. “Plaits.””
