‘I worry I might lose you, Vic,’ he told her.
Vicki’s thin eyebrows arched in surprise. ‘Why?’
'Because you’re not careful.’
‘I am careful! I don’t drink, smoke or fuck around. I sleep well, exercise, diet. What more do you expect of me?’
She laid her baby down between them like a wall dividing two opposed nations. ‘Sleep tight, little one.'
‘Not that kind of careful, safety-careful,’ he persisted, ‘When you drive or cross the road you’re distracted.’
He was constantly berating Vicki about her distraction.