“Hi Daniel.” It’s Steve, Emma’s husband. “You got a minute?”
Daniel hesitates for a moment before gesturing for Steve to enter.
“Sure, Come on in.”
Steve leads the way into Daniels lounge and Daniel follows awkwardly, holding the bag as though trying to hide it. Steve sits himself down in an armchair and Daniel sits opposite on the edge of the couch carefully placing the bag by his feet. There is a moment of silence between the two of them.
“I suppose you know Donna’s staying at ours?” Begins Steve.
“Yea I…” stammers Daniel, “I’m sorry if she’s in the way. I’m not sure I can get her to come home though…”
“Oh no. It’s nothing like that.” Steve responds. “I erm. I heard the phone call last night. I wanted to say, I’m sorry about Emma. You know what she can be like. She’s not very understanding about… things.”