In the Spring of 1991, Peter wrote in his journal:
Poor little me! Can’t have sex with a man without thoughts of china patterns going through my head. Truly I could become more realistic by now. Men just don’t bond that easily.
They want a gorgeous man of independent means, I suppose.
For my own part, all I want is an attentive, modest and forthright soul.
In the Spring of 1992, Peter wrote:
Storms pass, the humidity evaporates, a breeze clears our brow. A new day, a clean slate, a willing spirit and cooperative body. On ne sait jamais ce qui vient avec le temps.
In the Autumn of 1992, in the evening of this day twenty years ago, Peter and Raymond met. I smile – to think that this would be our “china” anniversary.