‘I don’t want to go back.’
‘Do you want to go on?’
‘Yes.’
The car went forward again. Once she leaned towards him and said in his ear:
‘Roddy!’
‘Yes?’
‘You didn’t want to go back, did you?’
‘No.’
She lay back again, mindlessly at peace in the midst of the roaring of the wind, and the road’s monotonous unfolding.
Once he burst out laughing, patted her knee and cried: