4 Works in Lizzie Bradbury/Peter Colt
Later on, in the steam room...
21 Dec 2013
Peter Colt is good at many things, but at writing ... he kind of sucks. Ron Roth knows this, and has the evidence to prove it - the stack of papers back from when Peter decided to write an autobiography, which is now slowly gathering dust on his shelf. The world, Ron Roth decides, does not need to know about Peter's love for brackets, and asides, and meandering sentences. They know of his love for tennis, and Lizzie, and that's well enough. (It was an idea, though, and it would have been a sweet, sweet money machine).
It was one thing to be living together when it meant Lizzie was actually in the flat for two weeks out of the month (in a good month), or Peter was following her about any one of three or four continents, and an entirely different affair when she was there day in and day out for two months straight. Or even one month, apparently. Tempers had been lost, words had been shouted, and the bill for china had mounted precipitously until they found some sort of balance. Still, the balance was delicate - fragile.