They lived in a four bedroom house along a country road. The whole place was usually dead, but with the sudden injection of cash the street was busy. “What are you thinking?” she asked when he had to stop suddenly. “I’ve never driven along a busy country road before.” “Your eyes are going to be wide open by the end of today.” She flicked through a map trying to do something with her hands. Her nerves were getting the better of her. She was in love with him, and she hoped her parents liked him. Glancing back over at him, she hoped he liked her parents. The more she thought about their differences socially, the more she felt their relationship was a bad idea. You can’t back down now. You’re in love with him. She shut off the thought instantly. They hadn’t spoken about love. She toyed with the pendant between her breasts. Every time she had doubts, she’d seek out the piece of jewellery he’d given her.
