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Stuff on the arm and invited Kat and John outside for some air so “the couple could get to know each other without the oldies”, which was an interesting twist on things given she’s in her early sixties and Kat and John are twenty-seven.’
    We all exhale loudly, exchanging incredulous glances.
    ‘Look on the bright side,’ Lisa says. ‘Any guy who can’t eat an entire pancake by himself is better off single.’
    Our waiter suddenly descends on us, delivering our coffees and dessert orders. When he leaves we raise our drinks to a toast.
    ‘To No Sex in the City,’ I say. ‘May you be a temporary phase in our lives.’

Five
    ‘You’re looking particularly good today,’ Danny remarks as he pops his head into my office on Monday morning.
    ‘The appointment at CV Chemist in Chatswood got cancelled,’ I say, ignoring his compliment.
    The thing that annoys me most about Danny’s flirting is that it comes across as him just being good-natured, not sleazy. Danny is one of those guys who is overfriendly with all women, edging into flirting territory all too often. ‘What a beautiful outfit you’ve got on today, Mrs Kennedy!’ ‘Love that perfume, Veronica!’ So if I kick up a fuss about his random compliments on my looks, as I’ve done in the past, he turns it back on me and acts like I’m paranoid and oversensitive. It’s not that I can’t handle him. It’s the fact that I have to. I just want to come in, do my work and enjoy a pleasant but professional relationship with my boss. I don’t want to get dressed wondering whether he’s going to have an opinion about my outfit accentuating my eye colour.
    ‘The furniture shopping didn’t go too badly, after all,’ Danny says, entering my office and sitting on the chair in front of my desk. ‘Did I tell you Mary and I are starting counselling next week?’
    Here we go again. This is another thing that totally freaks me out. The incessant D&Ms about his marriage.
Dial a friend
, I want to scream. The last time I checked, the employer/employee handbook didn’t include a chapter on how bosses should seek marriage advice from their employees. But I can’t exactly tell him to piss off. I have to put on an act.
    ‘It’s great you’re going to work through your issues,’ I say, trying to muster a sympathetic tone while I continue typing, hoping he’ll get the message and leave me to do my work.
    ‘The pharmacy out in Burwood Road called,’ he says, stretching his hands up and crossing them behind his head. ‘They’re really happy with the pharmacist you placed there. She’s flown through probation. Well done.’
    I’m relieved. It was a difficult placement. I wasn’t confident that the girl I recommended would last, as she had to travel for about two hours to get there.
    ‘We’re having Kristy’s farewell drinks at the Ivy on Friday night,’ Danny says. ‘You got my email, didn’t you? Because I didn’t get your RSVP.’
    ‘Er, yeah, sorry, I forgot to reply.’
    Bars really aren’t my thing. I have never touched alcohol and, according to Danny, I’m a ‘nerd’ and a ‘prude’. Danny, of course, can’t remember enlightening me with this piece of information as he said it when he was completely tanked at last year’s Christmas party, of which he has no memory after the lucky door prize.
    I rarely go to bars and I’ve come up with a zillion excuses every time we have a work function at one. Why Danny thinks I’d be interested in a night at the Ivy (especially considering I’ve already shouted Kristy to a farewell lunch) is beyond me.
    ‘Marco will be there.’
    Ah, so that’s why.
    I lean back in my chair and tap my pen against my desk. ‘
Danny
,’ I say in a low growl, ‘would you please quit the Marco and Esma campaign? It’s not going to happen. Find yourself another project.’
    He laughs. ‘Look, if you want to continue with this ancient arranged-marriage stuff, it’s your life.’
    ‘Really? It’s my life. What a