A new Antonine wall ran down the centre of the M8, built when it had been widened a few years ago. McEwan still thought it laughable to consider this road a motorway. Fortunately, traffic was fairly light in the early afternoon and so he was able to concentrate less on the road and think more about the situation he was uncovering.
Kate appeared to have found herself a few powerful patrons, in whatever odd circle they moved in. It was impossible, at this stage, to truly tell if Saint Claire was an enemy or a friend of hers. No one he had met so far had anything good to say about him, but it could be because he was, as they said, an upstart blundering into their society. Was he using Kate to get at them? Had he goaded her into undertaking this transformation? McEwan wasn"t sure. In her jour
