"You let the icing set," Gina said accusingly. "Between steps. You let it dry."
"It's in the instructions."
"There were instructions?"
"There are always instructions," said Graham gently. "On everything. That's the secret. That's the whole secret of my life."
She looked at the ruin of her cottage. She looked at his chimney. She started to laugh, and he started to laugh, and she laughed until she had to put her head down on the table among the gumdrops, and when she lifted it again she was not entirely laughing anymore.
"I lost," she said.
"You lost."
"I never lose."