Dance with Me [antikvár]

1Love is easy. Love is cheap. Any idiot can do it. You don't have to have brains or looks or money - you don't even have to be a nice person. Hitler fell in love -so did Stalin and Genghis Khan and Vlad the Impaler. An amoeba would weep at Brief Encounter (if an amoeba could weep, that is). I don't resent people who are in love. I just wish they wouldn't walk around as if it's an achievement.So. Let us have the facts. On the first of March, a year ago, I met Peter. By the end of March, he was dead. He was killed in a road accident three weeks after our first date. He was driving along the Watford by-pass, going at roughly sixty miles an hour, when a lorry which was pulling out of a side road ahead blew a tyre, slammed on the brakes and skidded. A van in front of Peter went into the lorry. Peter went into the van. He was killed outright. The van driver was trapped for three hours; the lorry driver unscathed. It was nobody's fault.Why Peter was driving along the Watford by-pass at eight o'clock that night was a mystery to me -although I found out later. I was waiting for him in a1