The wife crosses the river to Beacon to meet a friend for coffee. The husband and the wife occasionally cross the river for this or that, there are more shops and galleries and restaurants across the river, it’s something to do, but mostly for coffee they stay on their side of the river. So anyway the wife has coffee across the river with the friend and then in walks the husband and the client, and the wife feels something she doesn’t like and then she lets it go because no way, not her, not him, not me.