His loyalties were as fickle as shifting sand; when he was with Carol he loved her, or more correctly assumed she woudl love him and the same was true with Katherine. To some extent Harry believed that both women only existed in a real sense when he was with them. The rest of their life, though he had never put it into clear thoughts or words, was a grey area where he imagined them moving in slow motion, busy but not quite real, their whole life spent waiting for him to arrive and turn on the spotlight......He felt no real sense of pain, just a raw glow of indignation that he had decided to ignore, at elast temporarily. The nerve of the woman, but he had always suspected women were like that; all of them were unpredictable alley cats who could turn in an instant and bite the hand that fed them. Harry had developed a way of standing well back from his life, on top of a tall hill, and looking down on those who populated it with a kind of airy detachment.
from the novel Just Desserts by Sue Welfare
