Chapter Forty-One
Friday, October 20th, 2000, 7:52 pm
To Gemma’s astonishment Angie was a wonderful hostess. Despite her dramatic entrance she soon put Gemma at her ease and seemed genuinely interested in her course, her clothes, and her love life.
“Zoe tells me you have a hunky boyfriend! Do you have a picture?”
“Err. Yes – it’s not a very good one of me…”
Gemma pulled out one of the latest pictures she had of them both from her purse. She and Greg had been at a new indoor swimming pool that had slides and fountains and such. She loved two shots of them her Dad had taken. One was a long shot that showed Greg’s nice body; and the second was a close-up. Gemma had her eyes screwed up in it, but Greg’s smile was perfect.
“Oh, sweetie! He’s a dish! If there was a straight bone in my body
