“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Don’t play dumb!” I shout at him. Even I’m a bit surprised by how angry I am.

“Careful,” he says, flinching from my sudden verbal assault. “Not while I’m driving.”

That is, I admit, not a terrible point. “When though?” I press, trying to lower my voice a little. “When were you going to tell me? How could you just not mention that to me?”

“Where did this come ...