‘Where do you think you're going?'
Helen put a hand to her temple. ‘I'm tired, Jake. I'm going to bed.'
‘You're always tired,’ he accused her grimly. ‘Particularly if there's something unpleasant to face!'
Helen took a deep breath. ‘I don't see that there need be anything unpleasant said here,’ she returned carefully. ‘I haven't done anything to be ashamed of. I'm not a child, Jake, to be made aware of its shortcomings after an outing. If you're annoyed about that business with Keith then you have only yourself to blame!'
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