The silence was heavy . "Where to from here ?" She was always direct .
His face revealed nothing . "It's probably too late …," he sighed , as if on cue .
The bastard . What a nerve , thinking it was that simple ."You never talk ," she said aloud . Next to the remnants of a half-eaten dinner , the candle flickered .
"What do you want me to say ?" He was seldom disagreeable .
"Something ? Anything ! Curse ! Swear !!" She shrugged . It didn't matter , after all .
He smiled , the true master of verbal diplomacy . The tiny microphone pressed softly against her shoulder blade …