"Believe me, I've had enough of traction to last me for a very long time. You cannot believe how painful and inconvenient having your wrists, shoulders, hips and knees dislocated is." Stephanie took an appraising sip of her drink. It was delicious, a virtual infinity of subtle and bold flavour notes. Something to be savored.

She probably drank altogether more of it in that first sip than was proper. "Believe me, I would love little more than to go back to a few months ago, where the company was as good as mine and I was much freer. Not about Marcelo. The other things.

But one cannot live in the past."