Open Writing

'Look, over there,' she said. 'Did you see him?'

'See who?' he asked. 'I haven't got eyes in the back of my head.'

'Him . . . my husband.'

'What's he doing over there?'

'Nothing now, he's gone.'

'Well, what was he doing, then?'

'I don't know. I couldn't quite make out. You distracted me with your . . . oh . . . he was with somebody.'

'Somebody?'

'Yes, a woman.'

'Did you recognise her?'

'I tried not to.'

'What d'you mean, you tried not to?'

'Well, I didn't want it to be her, so I tried not to see her.'

'Who?'

'I don't want to say.'

'Come on, tell me.'

'Well, it was . . . your wife.'

'Who? Are you sure? . . . Do you think she saw us?'

'No. But he did.'