Lucasta Wellbury was so obviously “class” that Keith was a little ashamed of his worn old Holden and wished he'd cleaned it properly, but she was quite unfazed and unfussed.
“Such a nice car,” she said, “so sturdy and safe and it reminds me of an old flame's car years ago when we were students such a happy time when you have no responsibilities then you get married and you have to worry about everything children and husband and grandchildren though why one does I don't know,” casting her eyes vaguely in Jason's direction, clearly worried, “since in the end it all turns out all right like that Bible saying.”
Keith bowed. “If I may hand you in to my chariot, milady,” he said, trying hard to keep his vowels English not Ocker. It was odd: with Jason he felt that though Jason clearly came from a privileged background, he was an equal. Perhaps having fucked him and been fucked by him made him one, he thought. Or their joking and repartee together. But it was more than that. A sort of easy-going egalitarian acceptance made Jason seem OK, whatever he was. Lucasta Wellbury on the other hand was … queenly. Formidob, indeed.
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