'How's your nose?' He asked, as they joined traffic. She wrung her hands, eyes on the road.
'I met your ex-wife.' She blurted out, 'and I know about your son.'
He was silent, but the tension in his body language was evident.
'I heard her talking on the phone...your ex-wife that is. What happened to your son?'
He cleared his throat, and at first, she didn't know whether he would launch a tirade of verbal abuse against her for snooping around.
'He had his appendix removed. There were some complications and my sister called me. She works on the ward. If she hadn't called, I would never have known.'
'Is he okay?'
She leaned in closer to him and he chuckled, dryly.
'He's fine. From what I can tell, anyway. Jenna made me promise I'd say I was just one of her friends. He's doing good. Rea
