"Could be," Murray sounded sympathetic but his eyes looked hard. "Is your car outside?"
Jeez, this was what Anne said he would say.
"No, I don't drink and drive so was going to take a taxi home."
"You're better than me, "Murray said. "My car's here, that's why I stayed off the hard stuff." He laughed, reached across and, horror of horrors, seized her wrists. "How are you feeling?"
"I hear every word," said Anne. "You feel a little better but the room is spinning a little."
Joanne repeated the words and noticed Murray smile.
"Look, why bother about a taxi, I'll give you that lift home."
"Protest!" Anne coached.
"But I live in Johnsonville. Its several kilometres from your place."
"No problem. If one can't help a fellow staff member…"
Acting on Anne's instructions, Joanne feigned f
