Marc brushes Catherine's cheek with a kiss at the same time that he steps through her front door and hands her the Sunday Times. He runs his hand over his short black hair to remove a dusting of snow and then unbuttons his long navy wool coat. The air in Catherine's apartment hangs heavy with coffee, garlic, scallions, and Victoria perfume. He stops at her tiled kitchen table to admire the orange and pink Gerber daisies, glancing briefly at the card, then heads into her kitchen to obtain all of the salacious details.