"Well we don't want any part-blacks here," she declared, "Australia is for the whites, especially the better restaurants." In that case, may I offer y...u a lift anywhere?" he said, "Since you are one quarter Aborigine yourself."If the restaurant had been quiet before, you could now have heard a pin drop."How dare you?" she spluttered."The same way that you dared. The truth is the truth. Is it not true, Miss Bridget Browne-with-an-e, that your maternal grandmother's name was Kanawa, and that she. Even if there hadn’t been a ‘plan’, he could never take her away from me. No man could. Even if we’d gone our separate ways and she’d gotten married and had kids and all that, I’m quite sure that, if circumstances allowed, she’d pull me into some private place on those infrequent occasions when we got together, and would have let me fuck her brains out. And even if she controlled the urge to do that out of some moral stance the future might develop in her, I knew she would at least want to let. I don’t want to hurt you, but right now, at this point in my life, I need both of you. I am not prepared to give either of you up.” I paused for a moment and added, “Can you understand that?” Rather than answer my question, David asked another, “Am I at risk of losing you?” “No, I don’t think so, not unless you try to force me to choose between you two,” I answered in complete candor. I was not sure what I would do if David did not want me to be with Tom again, but I knew I could not comply. It was a spur of the moment decision; I made it in the car on the way over.“I have to say; I was afraid, well anyway, I decided to risk it,” she said. I had to smile.“Really,” I said.“You’re smiling can I count that as a good thing?” she said.“I guess. But...”“Yeah me either,” she said, reading my mind. “I mean I’m not sure how to act either.”Yep, she was reading my mind. Well we had been married a long time. I guess she knew me even if, in the final analysis, that I hadn’t really known.