I have seen her angry many times, never like this. Her fury was unbridled, saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes, how can I describe them? Dead.
‘Leaving … why?’
‘Of course he’s leaving, the poor sod is terrified!’
‘Terrified … of what?’
‘Why you! – who else? – As he said, it was a near death experience.’
‘There he goes again,’ Rose laughed. ‘I have to take him everywhere twice, the second time to apologise.’