For a moment Donald looked up in the air while she lapsed into reflection. The silence created a distance between them so that they looked like two strangers clumped close together. The earth was humid, making the orchard more freezing.
“Are we sure this will work?” Donald said.
“If you are committed to making it work, why not…”
Donald cut her short and raised his voice “Then tell me who he is. Tell me!”
“What else do you want to hear?” Emelda thought he had forgotten all this the day he called her and inquired her whereabouts. And she had simply told him that she went out with her colleague in the office for a brief chat over the celebration of her new job.
“I want to hear the whole truth. The story is incomplete”
“How can this work if there is no trust”
“I trust you, Eme,” he said and faced her, looking straight into her eyes.
