“He is testing the microphone level.” “I had worked that out,” says Joyce, and Ibrahim nods. “Thank you for getting him to stay for dinner—you never know, do you?” “You never do know, Joyce, that is true. Perhaps the two of you will marry before the year is out. And, even if not, which is an outcome we must prepare for, I’m sure he will have plenty of information about Bethany Waites.”
