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14.

Soon after that day, Willy and Kate invited me over to dinner.

They knew something was going on with me and they wanted to find out what it was.

I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell them. I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone else to know just yet. But

then, as we sat around their TV room, both kids tucked into bed, the moment felt right.

I casually mentioned that there was…a new woman in my life.

They surged forward. Who is she?

I’ll tell you, but please, please, please, I need you both to keep it a secret.

Yes, Harold, yes, yes—who is it?

She’s an actress.

Oh?

She’s American.

Oh.

On a show called Suits.

Their mouths fell open. They turned to each other.

Then Willy turned to me and said: Fuck off!

What?

No way.

Sorry?

Impossible!

I was baffled, until Willy and Kate explained that they were regular—nay, religious—viewers

of Suits.

Great, I thought, laughing. I’ve been worrying about the wrong thing. All this time I’d thought

Willy and Kate might not welcome Meg into the family, but now I had to worry about them

hounding her for an autograph.

They barraged me with questions. I told them a bit of how we’d met, told them about

Botswana, told them about Waitrose, told them I was smitten, but overall what I told them was

heavily redacted. I just didn’t want to give away too much.

I also said I couldn’t wait for them to meet her, that I looked forward to the four of us spending

lots of time together, and I confessed, for the umpteenth time, that this had long been my dream—

to join them with an equal partner. To become a foursome. I’d said this to Willy so many times,

and he’d always replied: It might not happen, Harold! And you’ve got to be OK with that. Well,

now I felt that it was going to happen, and I told him so—but he still said to slow down.

She’s an American actress after all, Harold. Anything might happen.

I nodded, a bit hurt. Then hugged him and Kate and left.