Somewhere open

Beth’s defiant challenge in what must have been a tough trip to make, albeit with her posse, told Rufus there was no point asking if the prospective child was his. Only an idiot, and he certainly wasn’t that, would think Beth would have been prepared to sleep with anyone else after that night.

The rational thinking Rufus, the instinctive ‘action’ side and now, unexpectedly, his ‘affective’ emotional side, were all working furiously at this point. Rufus struggled to know what to say next.

“OK, we must talk about this sensibly... somewhere open, but alone.” was surprisingly what he did say.