Jessi was almost completely silent as we travelled and I knew better than to ask where we were going, so it was very much a sit back and enjoy the ride–type deal.
Anyway, it wasn’t as if I’d had major evening plans. Not unless you counted m**********g and crying over Matthew—activities, let me make it very clear, I intended to pursue sequentially, not concurrently. But I was at least seventy percent certain Jessi wouldn’t abandon me in some derelict corner of London. I mean, she hadn’t so far.
We followed the curve of the river, through which mellow evening light had woven ribbons of silver and gold, heading west, then south, with London getting leafier and the houses getting fancier the farther we went.
When we finally disembarked, it was on one of those time-frozen streets, a wide g
