Chapter 13
He opened the car door for me and then closed it. I wasn't sure what kind of car it was because I didn’t know much about cars. I could recognise a BMW or a Mercedes as they were obvious, but this one was unfamiliar.
"Where shall we go for lunch?" he asked, having got into the driver’s seat and fastened his seatbelt.
I had no idea. The only place I could think of was Pizza Express. I couldn’t bring myself to suggest it, somehow.
He saw my hesitation, and said: "Somewhere in the countryside? Anywhere decent? I passed a place some miles out of town that looked scenic. Lots of willows."
It had to be the Watermill. It was one of the most upmarket venues in the area, hardly a regular country pub. They did weddings and so on, and there was a very expensive restaurant. "I don’t kno
