THIRTY-FIVE
They walked down an aisle in one of the larger out-of-town supermarkets, and Johnny bought her some toiletries, toothpaste, toothbrush. Once through the checkout, they strolled across to the car and he held the door open for her. She got in without a word and searched through the shopping bag whilst he went to the other side and got in.
“Thanks,” she said without looking up.
“I’m sorry for all this,” he said. She turned her face towards him. “Truly. If there was any other way, believe me, I’d try it.”
“Believe you? You said those terrible things to me. Your threats. How am I supposed to trust you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“But you’re not. You meant every word.”
“If you ring Chaise, I’ll go away.”
Her mouth twisted and she rifled through the bag again for something to do. “I’ve nev
