Even I answer her, what would I tell her, anyway? I've been married for less than a day and I've turned up at her flat with a packed bag after have our grand wedding done.
That has to be a record for all married couples.
"You probably didn't take much notice. You know, as you were fighting with Kevin," I say.
Her eyes whip to mine and she knows that I got see through her sleeve.
"Oh, okay," she says quietly, then insults me further by smiling brightly.
"Wine?" she tries to be avoided by taking my favourite drink out.
"No, not today," I answer coolly, and with no chirpiness to mirror hers.
"Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" I asked cooly but I'm not caving in.
She should know that I won't let her off this time.
She laughs a little.
"What an explanation?" Her smile falters when she realises what she's just said. She's invited me to get it off my chest, and by the look on her face, she's regretting it.
