Quentin's Love for Lorraine

Greg was in his late thirties quite a few years younger than her just young enough not to look dowdy. He had lived with his wife in Mali and then Senegal but now he'd come home to make a life for himself in the UK. Lorraine got out of him that he was married to a French woman but they were separated with one child a boy of six. She loved his wholeness and his self-possession, his lean young jaw, his enthusiasm when Callum grasped some new concept. Love flooded in her like a spill of paint, blooming across her consciousness and through all her sensations,. staining everything with its brilliant vermilion.