“Rupe said you married her for money. Just like Rupert,” said Fen. He couldn’t resist going into the tackroom and shining his torch on the red rosette he’d won earlier, rubbing its shiny ribbon along his face, kissing the hard cardboard centre. “He looks kind of attractive.
Rupert came out of the ring, his face like marble. He took off too early at the first element and Fen had to hurl herself forward in a supreme effort to keep her weight off him and not jab him in the mouth. I don’t like unfinished business. She looked at four more pictures, all disgusting.