‘They say they can’t do it tomorrow. The papers haven’t come.’ Catriona, just back from the village, was shouting up the stairs.
‘Oh?’ I said. ‘Who can’t do what? What papers?’
‘You know. Our marriage papers. For the ceremony.’
‘Papers? Marriage? Ours? Ceremony?’
‘Well, not exactly marriage. Of course not. It’s a civil partnership.
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