Roy drives fast along the coast road leading out of Bridgeport, the needle on the speedometer bumping 170 kph. The sea air whips their faces and hair, seagulls careening towards the rear vision mirror and then spinning out of sight, trees passing by in a drunken blur. Any normal day Georgina would hit him on the leg with her bag and yell at him to slow down but today she doesn’t care, the faster he drives the faster they leave Bridgeport behind and crazy women who throw coffee machines at people, and her guilt about inadvertently letting Sonia know about Roy’s prostitute!
Roy slows down once they turn onto the winding unsealed road that leads to The Oaks, and Georgina unclenches her hands, which have been pressed to either side of her seat, and places them in her lap. She asks him if he is going to tell Bunty about Sonia kicking them out of the house.
Roy: No. Look, it’s nothing. Sonia and I are always fighting and then getting back together. We do this all the time. She’ll be fine in a few days. I’ve forgiven her for a lot worse, believe me.
Georgina: Are you talking about her affair?
Roy is quiet for more than a minute. She doesn’t think he is going to answer her. Then he exhales a long, noisy sigh.
Roy: That’s just the tip of the iceberg. You don’t want to know the truth about our marriage, Georgie. Trust me.
Georgina: I do want to know. Please, Roy?