‘You informed him that I was a thief.’ they both remained mute making their farewells and they were halfway back to the apartment. both of them with hands jammed in pockets, staring at the wet pavement ahead, when the niggling nagging knowledge got too much to bottle up any longer. ‘Why did you tell him that?’ she asked.
‘Because he was speaking out of context. Making up stories in his head. I had to show him how wrong he was.’
‘By telling him I was a thief?’
‘was that not the reason why the police got you arrested?
‘I wasn’t charged.’
‘Only because I came to the rescue.
‘I am not a thief.’
‘And attempted to run away.’
‘Only to get away from you.’
‘There is no getting away from me. Not while I am responsible for your actions.’
‘Look, there is no need of all this. There’s no ne
