With measured calm an otherwise irate Monica reached her car keys from the hook and said,"You know what your trouble is, don't you, Lawrence? You're a non-definer!" Then she was gone, slamming the door behind her. The second to last thing he ever heard of her was the tyres of her Range Rover crunching over the pebbles outside of the beach hut; the last thing was the CD of The Copper Family playing loud on her car stereo, fading into the silences of the gleaming dawn as she drove away.