"Ann was always the vaguely sensible one. Got herself married to a nice man out of the city." He smiled faintly again, "But I don't know what's wrong with Viv. Who knows?" He said, continuing again his journey to the front door of the house. "What went on in her head I couldn't tell you."
He sighed again, and offered her a wider smile. "You shouldn't have to listen to me. Not about this. I shall come and speak to you tomorrow evening. About 9:30. It'll be too busy then to track anyone's movements properly."