‘All right. The thing is, Bobby’s gone.’
Riva frowned. ‘Gone? What does that even mean?’
‘He went back to England.’
‘For work?’
Lottie shook her head. ‘No. Because of the Wall Street Crash. His mother sent a telegram demanding his return.’
Riva was stunned. ‘But why didn’t he let me know?’
‘Maybe he didn’t have time. It was very sudden and urgent. He packed a bag and left. Hardly said a word. Just looked stricken and left.’
‘You saw him go?’
‘Yes. The telegram came to the apartment while I was there.’
‘So, you don’t know how long he’s gone for?’
‘No. All I know is the crash has affected them badly. I got the impression …’ she hesitated, biting the skin around her thumb.
‘What?’
‘I got the impression it might be a while.’
‘Well, that’s all right. I just wish he’d let me know.’
Lottie nodded then stared at her hands.
‘Is there something you’re not telling me?’
Lottie didn’t look up.
‘Well, thank you anyway.’
It was very odd and Riva sighed, feeling more distressed than she was ready to admit. But then she realised Lottie wasn’t looking at all well herself. ‘How’s married life suiting you?’ she asked.
Lottie looked up now. ‘It’s fine.’
‘Fine? Is that all? Aren’t you gloriously happy?’
‘He goes out a lot. I get lonely on Gozo. Nothing happens there.’
‘Go out with him.’
Lottie shook her head.
Then when Lottie’s sleeve rolled up a little, Riva noticed a bruise circling her wrist. Riva reached out a hand and her friend almost winced. ‘How did you get that?’
‘It’s nothing. Forget it.’
‘Surely Archie didn’t do that?’
Tears filled Lottie’s eyes.
Riva sighed. This was awful. ‘Does he hurt you often?’
Lottie lowered her eyes and did not speak.
