“That’s right.” I slid him a curious glance when he put the car into gear and began to bump his way down the somewhat rutted dirt road. Had he forgotten our conversation already? “I hope you don’t mind about the substitution.”
“Eh?” He risked a glance at me for a few seconds, then returned his attention to the road.
“You know, Janna. Since she was supposed to be here, but I’m here to do the job, instead. I appreciate you letting me come in her place.”
“Ah. I didn’t realize there were two of you. She’s very resourceful.”
“Who is, Janna?”
“No, my . . .” He waved a hand, the car bouncing hard when we hit a pothole, and then clutched the steering wheel with both hands. “My sister-in-law.”
“Ah. That must be nice,” I said agreeably, wondering what that had to do with the price of tea in Ch
