SATURDAY, AUGUST 10, 2013
MORNING
I drove to the gym in Northcote for my spin classthis morning, then dropped into the Matches storeon the way back and treated myself to a very cuteMax Mara minidress (Tom will forgive me once hesees me in it). I was having a perfectly lovelymorning, but as I parked the car there was somesort of commotion outside the Hipwells’ place—thereare photographers there all the time now—and thereshe was. Again! I could hardly believe it. Rachel,barrelling past a photographer, looking rough. I’mpretty sure she’d just left Scott’s house.
I didn’t even get upset. I was just astounded. Andwhen I brought it up with Tom—calmly,matter-of-factly—he was just as baffled as I was.
“I’ll get in touch with her,” he said. “I’ll find outwhat’s going on.”
“You’ve tried that,” I said as gently as I could. “Itdoesn’t make any differen............