"I’ve met someone,” she said. Then silence. “We’re going on a … well, date. Tomorrow. To Ayr Beach.” It was a glorious summer’s day in August 2010 when she told me. My sister-in-law, Catherine, was 33 and had been single for many years. She had been in and out of a succession of short-term relationships with a variety of men who all turned out to be either unsuitable or just plain weird.
Catherine was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed accountant, happy and outgoing, with a full social life. A straightforward, decent girl, there was just one thing missing in her life. No-one could understand why she hadn’t met anyone yet.
There was another long pause.
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