They sit at the table br with their crumbs and unwashed cups - br a companionable ease between them. br br He is reading the paper, br struggling sometimes to turn the pages br 'Bloody broadsheet! ' br br She is watching him - br the shape of his head, br the unconscious grace of his hands. br br Occasionally he interrupts br 'God, the world's gone mad! ' br br She smiles, remembering br their passion of just an hour before.