"But I wouldn't be his wife. I mean, you're seeing to that. So really ... what would that make him, if he struck me? An ex-beater?"
She turned another page, emerald eyes skimming over the surface of the pages.
"I think I'm about walked out, really. I walked around the lake and back over lunch. You're welcome to go though. I wouldn't want to keep you away from all that fresh air out there."