He didn’t have to wait
long. Geraldine opened the door and stepped out into the main room,
closely followed by Trevor. If the latter’s aggressive gestures
were any indication, Trevor was furious about something. Not
stopping to analyse the fact that he’d never seen Trevor angry
before, Paul made his way across the room.
“It’s wrong! You know it
is!” Paul heard Trevor say as he drew near.
“What the hell is going
on?”
Glaring at Geraldine,
Trevor said, “Well? Are you going to tell him?”
“Tell me what? What the
hell’s going on?”
“Oh Paul, please take me
home.” Geraldine turned away from Trevor and all but buried her
head in Paul’s shoulder. He put a protective arm around her and
could feel the slight woman shaking.
“Trevor?” Paul glared at
his house-mate.
“Please, Paul, I don’t
feel very well,” Geraldine’s muffled voice announced.
Trevor scoffed.
“Okay, love, let’s go.”
Paul renewed his glare at Trevor. “I’ll speak to you when I get