I don’t feel well.
Darling, you need to rest.
“Might be.” She paused, then laughed, “Not really, you’re hard to track down.”
“Entirely the point, dear.”
“Well, I do try. Likewise, my dear.”
“Oh I know.”
Do you have any evidence to support your claim?
Ample supply, dear.
Do admit it to yourself.
They’ve a point.
Please, can we not? Please?
Francie shrugged, glancing around, “I was bored, figured you’d be ‘round here… Seen you here before.” She flashed him a smile.
“Keeping an eye on me?”
You have it wrong.
I doubt it.
Look, I—… it happened, bit of nasty business, but I’m here. Alive and well. With you.
And the secrecy? The, albeit poor, attempt of lying?
Someone’s in trouble.