'See that?' I said. It was a rhetoric question. Since the tragedy many things had changed; the weather pattern, and our way of life. My empty fingers caressed the reassuring gossamer of my daughter’s wedding dress. People had changed as well. First Douglas, then the others.
Jack removed his monocle and glanced up from behind a dog-eared copy of the Jakarta Post that was rustling gently against his empty coffee cup.
'See what, my dear?'
‘It doesn’t matter,’ I replied. ‘It really doesn’t matter.’