“You look tired this morning,” he barked at her one hot day.
“I think it’s thunder,” she said.
“Thunder! Work, you mean,” and he gave a slight smile. “I’m going to drive you back.”
“Oh no, thanks, don’t trouble! I’ve got to call on the way.”
“Where have you got to call?”
She told him.
“Very well. That takes you no more than five minutes. I’ll wait for you. Now take your cloak.”
She was surprised. Yet, like other women, she submitted.
As they drove he saw a man with a barrow of cucumbers. He stopped the car and leaned towards the man.
“Take that barrow-load of poison and bury it!” he shouted, in his strong voice. The busy street hesitated.