Remember how D’Costa needs to be taught a lesson?”
“Yes?”
“You know that car he drives?”
I did. Sex video And so on. Betty, robed and with some kind of cloth wrapped around her head, was already there, and greeted me with a grin. It wasn’t in a video, though. “She means her boyfriend might be coming round tomorrow,” she said, grinning. D’Costa, I mean.”
“Yes. You can have my food. I really don’t want a bite.”
“Yes, thanks.” Without the slightest self-consciousness, she ate my egg and salami sandwiches. “I always say that it’s because they exclude anyone in a pressing hurry.”
I’m mildly ashamed to admit that I laughed. We didn’t have much luggage; Dina had advised me to take as few things as necessary, because we wouldn’t be very formal on the farm. It’s so much more comfortable.”
Stolidly, I unlaced my shoes and pulled them off, and then my stockings.
