Why don't we stop somewhere and have a bit of breakfast and discuss this like two rational people?" "Stop calling me that." Her response was irritable and irrelevant. Daniel's words conjured up uncomfortable sensations that she didn't know how to deal with in these circumstances, and she didn't know how else to reply. Her stomach cried out for food, but she couldn't imagine sitting down across a plate of bacon and eggs with this man just as if they were a real married couple. That was just a shade too intimate for her taste. And the other sensation causing her agony was even worse. She needed to relieve herself, and there seemed no salvation in sight. She couldn't even remember Daniel's office having anything as civilized as plumbing. What had she done when she had thrown herself out into the cold world beyond her father's safe walls? "You're right, you're behaving just like your father now. I ought to call you George." Grabbing her elbow, Daniel dragged her into a small side street emanating mouthwatering aromas.
