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449 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2009
Our courtship was very swift. We won each other, you could say. We were each other’s prize. People liked us, we were one of those couples; other people enjoyed having us around. Parties were gayer when we were there. Others basked in our happiness, envied our devotion. We brought out the potential in each other. George, in those days, gave me the experience of being at my best, moments, hours, days, a long period of complete happiness.”“We brought out the potential in each other.” That’s the way I describe love—a state where one is something different, something better, when the other person is there. The story takes place in Trinidad over a period of fifty years. Sabine and George come as representatives of a British shipping company, and find a way to live and love through the rise and fall of politicians promising more for locals, less for foreigners. In an interview, Roffey tells us she did a lot of research before she began to write. The tight narration of the political scene in Trinidad during the 1960’s and 1970’s does much to enhance our interest in the concomitant lives of Sabine and George. One comes away feeling one has witnessed history--and that we share that history. The book has connected us to the Trinidad, a “landscape parading it’s fertility, a banquet of eccentric delicacies.”
‘What are you thinking?’ he asked.
‘My green bicycle. Remember it?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘Arriving from the hold. People laughed when they saw it.’
‘Yes.’
‘I travelled everywhere on that bike – at first. Didn’t I?’
‘I remember it well.’
Often, Sabine would arrive at the dock to meet him after work. Her shorts revealed long, slim, honey-coloured legs. A halter-neck top, Dior sunglasses. Blonde curls. Every man behind her stopped dead in their tracks to watch her pass.
‘Riding round the savannah, I liked that.’
‘Holding up traffic with those legs.’
‘I saw Trinidad on that bike. You know . . . saw the sights.’
‘And you were seen, my love.’ George smiled. ‘Don’t we still have that old thing, somewhere?’
She nodded carefully.
‘Where?’
‘I don’t know. Somewhere.’