Autobiography

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
C13. FRENCH KISS
Some time after the trauma of seeing my best
friend John and my wife Beryl having sex in my
swimming pool I met Ann-Marie, a petite
Jewish French girl who was working as a
representative for a magazine company.
She visited our warehouse in Dock Street near
Tower Bridge once a month to deliver
magazines, pick up her cheque and take an
order for the next issues. After concluding our
business we would go across the road for a
glass of wine and a sandwich, and this went on
for a few months.
We chatted about business and other things we
had in common and I found her attractive and
interesting. One thing we had in common was
a passion for Jewish food, so I invited her to
dinner at the famous Bloom’s restaurant; the
very same place on Whitechapel High Street
where Godfrey was due to meet George Cornell
all those years ago.
We had a wonderful evening, laughing, joking
and flirting. After dinner I walked her to her
car, kissed her, and said we must do this
again. Driving home that evening, I couldn’t
get her out of my mind.
Two or three days later my private phone rang
and to my surprise it was Ann-Marie. When she
said, ‘I just need to confirm the orders,’ I
immediately knew this wasn’t the reason for
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