NINETEEN
“I’M IN SO MUCH TROUBLE.”
The hum of the air-conditioning in the car was the only noise.
“I wonder how much groveling it’s going to take to get the mare to give me another shot at that trial?”
Outside the window, gulls cried overhead. I flinched as we passed the area where earlier we’d skidded off the road, averting my eyes from the sight of Theo’s car, still half-buried in the mountain of oyster shells.
“I hope your car will be all right. When are they coming to tow it?”
“Soon.”
I sighed, slinking down into my seat. Are you still mad at me?
I have not been mad at you, so there is no “still” to it.
Then why aren’t you talking to me? You haven’t said a word since we went back to the pub so I could take a shower and change. I know you have to be angry, or at least disappoin
