Man to Man
"So where's your woman", he asked across the table. The last time I'd been in this pub was for a romantic meeting in 1997. I barely recognised it.
"What," I said - feeling uncomfortable - it was only the second time I'd met him and I'd heard things since that time.
"Your woman - where is she"
"Oh!" I said - mentioning her name, "Oh she doesn't come out much - she doesn't drink".
"I see", he said. "She doesn't come out much".