“Just what’s with Marcus and Louise?”
A pause, while we negotiated a tight left turn. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, are they married?”
The woman sniffed. “Married? No.”
“Boyfriend girlfriend?”
“Not really.”
“Master slave?”
The woman’s eyes swung back up to me in the mirror.
I said, “Their attitude to each other kind of says they’re not.”
“Oh, and you’re an expert when it comes to master or mistress and slave relationships?” she queried.
“Nooo. I just wondered if you knew anything about just who they are, really. And just what this is all about?”
The woman didn’t answer.
“I mean, it seems they know each other well. How else would Marcus be waiting for me at Louise’s place?”
The woman’s hands gripped the wheel tighter.
“I mean, just what do they want -”
“We’re here,”
