“Do you love him Heather?”
“You what?” she replied in apparent disbelief at what he was saying. “Love who? You? You know I do; I just told you didn’t I? What are you suggesting?” Attack was her natural form of defence. But, now very alert, she knew instinctively she needed to defend herself.
“Well maybe the bartender you seemed quite cosy with tonight.” he suggested.
“Have you been spying on me, Frank?” She realised with alarm that he was onto something. Nevertheless, she continued her attack strategy.
“Well?” he insisted.
“Well I’m horrified that you don’t trust me John, horrified!”
Drew Martyn 8 months ago
The stress of the situation is palpable :)