Gerry standing turned on the television, poured himself a glass of his best scotch and inhaled his first Marlboro cigarette of the evening. "Fancy Sandra Pullman being married" he chuckled to himself. As he thought about it the prospect of Sandra being married puzzled him he had no idea it was in her demeanour. The way she barley even mentioned it, only in passing. How detached she was from the situation as she explained it to Gerry. Perhaps her marriage ended badly (what marriage doesn't he then thought) and that's why she puts on this cold front. Maybe she was young and foolish when she and this mystery ex hubby tied the knot and they ended up regretting it. One thing was for certain there was a lot more to this than she was willing to let on. The way she explained her divorce for 'not liking him' didn't really add up in Gerry's opinion he was a big believer in tradition, marrying someone because you loved them endlessly and wanted to spend the rest of your life with them even if he had not been successful in making his own three work. Even though he did not know Sandra that well he was convinced even she would not marry someone she 'didn't like'.
He was then reminded of when he was due to see his solicitor about his divorce to Jayne while he was waiting there was a young girl who must have been in her early twenties, maybe a little older no older than 26 who too was waiting to see the solicitor. Sandra's behaviour today had reminded him of her, she too was cold and acted as if she didn't care she was soon to be divorced.
The more he thought about it the more he saw Sandra to be like the young woman at the solicitors, her mannerisms were very similar, they both had blonde hair and they even had the same sparkly big blue eyes that were deeper than the deepest ocean. Gerry never forgot a face, especially one as beautiful as that. "No it can't be" he thought aloud to himself again.