My Favourite Wife. Tony Parsons

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Название My Favourite Wife
Автор произведения Tony Parsons
Жанр Историческая литература
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       My Favourite Wife

      Tony Parsons

      

      HarperCollinsPublishers

       For Yuriko, MFW

      You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

       Lolita

      A man with two houses loses his mind. A man with two women loses his soul.

      Chinese proverb

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Epigraph

      

      

       Part One: Be The Prince

      

      

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

      

      

       Part Two: The Permanent Girlfriend

      

      

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

      

      

       Part Three: Home Calling

      

      

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

      

      

       Part Four: See You Around

      

      

       Chapter Twenty-Seven

       Chapter Twenty-Eight

       Chapter Twenty-Nine

       Chapter Thirty

      

      

       By the Same Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

PART ONE: BE THE PRINCE

       ONE

      Bill must have fallen asleep for a moment. He was jolted awake by the limo hitting a pothole and suddenly there was Shanghai. The towers of Pudong split the night. He rubbed his eyes, and turned to look at his wife and daughter in the back seat.

      Holly, their four-year-old, was sleeping with her head in her mother’s lap, blonde curls tumbling across her face, dressed like some sort of Disney princess. He wasn’t sure which one.

      ‘She can’t be comfortable in that,’ he said, keeping his voice down. Holly had been awake, or sleeping fitfully, for most of the flight.

      Becca, his wife, carefully removed the child’s tiara. ‘She’s fine,’ she said.

      ‘Foreigners