‘I know, Martin. It seemed so difficult with those disgusting rules. It was hopeless trying to see one’s friends.’
‘It wasn’t my fault we didn’t meet oftener,’ he stammered out. ‘I wanted to. I thought you were fed up with me, so I kept away.’
‘What made you think such a silly thing, Martin?’
He hesitated, and flushed.
‘Because I—didn’t get on—with your friends.’
She sighed.
‘You mean Jennifer?’
‘Well—yes.’
‘You didn’t like her, did you?’
Jennifer had always been at her worst when Martin was there.