“I see you’re not answering my question!” he said as cool as one of those TV interviewers. So cool that she knew she was in trouble. But she continued her defensive attack.
“Well it’s a stupid question! What sort of answer do you expect then?”
“An answer that isn’t itself a question, that’s what. And a truthful one at that!” The coolness of this man, her oh-so-loving husband, was alarming. “What’s going on between you and that barman, Heather? I saw you!”
What had he seen? Nonetheless, she mustn’t let up.
“You disappoint me John. How could you?”