Ursula’s story begins at dawn on the day her ex-husband is to marry his new love. Ursula lies awake, alone with her bitter thoughts, until a reporter rings seeking her reaction to the wedding. For Bill Osborne is no ordinary ex; he edits a national newspaper and hosts a popular television series, while his new bride is a cabinet minister, no less.
If the intrusive journalist wants a co-operative response, why ring at 6 a.m.? And why hasn’t Ursula changed her telephone number? Such questions remain unanswered, and indeed Sandra Howard has surprisingly little to say about living one’s life in the public gaze, other than to point out that it’s a pain. Ursula won’t spill any beans, but waits for the next call, from her lover, Julian.
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