When we get in the car, Thomas asks me if I’m all right. He must have finally realized he can’t keep acting like nothing has happened. ‘Tell me,’ I blurt out, more and more upset. ‘Why did you ask me to pretend to be your girlfriend?’ ‘I thought I’d already explained it to you.’ ‘I am not talking about the will. I’d like to know why you asked me to accept this absurd cohabitation, if all you need is a simple written statement in which I say I don’t want to marry you. There are things about all this that I just don’t get. You’re kind to me, then you’re nasty. At first you beg me to help you, then you accuse me of having used you. You ask me to spend more time with you to prevent suspicion, but you let people put me down and act as if it wasn’t your problem. What’s going on here?’ ‘You’re talking nonsense,’ he scoffs, starting the car. ‘Nobody put you down, and I’d like to remind you that the day that I asked you to help me, your reply was that you could barely stand me and didn’t want anything to do with all this.
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