‘‘I’ve only borrowed her robe,’’ I said. ‘‘I haven’t been trying on her dresses.’’ As the words spilled out of my mouth, I had a vague sense of how inappropriate they were.
"Of course you haven’t.’’ Angela stared at me closely but there was a twinkle in her eye that was saying something different, like she didn’t believe me. ‘‘But you’re both tall and slim, and apart from the obvious curves, I think most of her things would fit you. You could have such fun, playing a dressing up game with yourself.’’
‘‘I couldn’t.’’ What the hell was she suggesting and why?
‘‘I’ll come and help you, if you like.’’
There was something in the way she said that and the way she looked at me. I let it go as she served a green salad with tuna. We ate in silence. Only occasionally did I had a fleeting sense that I was dressed inappropriately for a man.