‘Everything looks different, eh? I mean, from a car? I’m only used to trams. Or my own two feet!’ ‘I’m glad you’re enjoying being in my car, then,’ Rod said, taking pleasure in her delight. ‘But what we have to decide now is where you’d like to go.’ ‘Go? Oh, anywhere! I don’t mind. What do you think, then?’ ‘Well, we’re a bit limited, only having the afternoon.’ Rod hesitated. ‘I didn’t dare ask you to come out for the whole day.’ ‘Why? I wouldn’t have minded. You should have said.’ ‘I didn’t want to rush you, Lindy. I know it’s true, what you said – you’ve had a battering. And then your folks might not have been pleased about you spending the whole day with me.’ ‘You don’t have to worry about my folks, Rod. I could tell Dad liked you and Aunt Myra’s all for you, now.’ ‘Because I gave her flowers?’ Lindy was silent for a moment. ‘Because your name isn’t Neil,’ she said at last. ‘He was her favourite once, wasn’t he?’ ‘That’s all over now.
