The Italian's Wife By Sunset. Lucy Gordon

the driver’s seat.

      She drew back in case he looked up and saw her, but he only sat for a long moment, hunched behind the wheel, brooding. When at last he roused himself, it was to give the wheel a sharp thump that made the horn blast. After his ironic restraint the sudden spurt of temper was startling.

      Then he fired the engine, swung out of the forecourt and vanished down the road. He hadn’t once looked up at Della’s window.