“Derek Pender. You’re not…you wouldn’t be riding the jealous train into Possessive City, would you?” “Maybe…please just tell me how many, Nora. Put me out of my misery.” He looks so obstinate. So resolute. Possessive and defeated at the same time. “I don’t think you want to play this game, sir. Especially when I tell you it was only two men compared to your millions of women.” He grimaces but not for the reason I think. “Damn, Nora. Only two? Two is much worse.”
