“What’s this about, John?” She sat bolt upright in the bed, thinking she was going to take the fight to her husband. She wasn’t the kind of woman to back off from a situation. “Is it me going out? Is that what it is? Have I ever stopped you going out?”
The quick-fire triple question technique had served her well in the past. It demanded answers, it put the recipient firmly on the back foot, it was very effective. Usually.
“Come on John. Spit it out. Cat got your tongue then?”
But tonight, John wasn’t about to be rushed.
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
This is agonising, I can't wait for the rest...