While Jake theoretically spent it with me, and technically we talked, in reality we both avoided saying anything of importance. He said he’d asked for the local divisional police’s report of the accident, and the statements all said the same thing: a woman driving a blue or green car, maybe a Volvo, who had tried to pass me where the road was too narrow. The only unusual aspect was that she’d driven off. Women, according to Jake, mostly didn’t do that. We left it there. It was therefore Monday before we faced off again. When the alarm went off and I hauled myself out of bed he looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. ‘Where are you going?’ I gave him a who-has-lost-whose-mind evil eye. But it was early and without caffeine I wasn’t prepared to talk more than I had to. ‘Work,’ seemed like more than enough explanation. Apparently not. ‘No, you’re not.’ ‘Um-hmm,’ I said mildly, heading for the shower. He stood in front of me, arms crossed.
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