John, who had drunk rather a lot of

John, who had drunk rather a lot of beer that
evening, began to shout at his wife.
'What did you think you were doing?' he yelled. 'What's
your game3? Why were you flirting4 with that guy?'
When he was angry, John Bentley sometimes became violent
and hit his wife. But now, some people were crossing the
car-park behind them, talking in loud voices and laughing.
Linda knew her husband wouldn't hit her while there were
people near.
'Shut up,' she said. 'Give me the keys to the van.'
John ignored her and began opening the driver's door. She
grabbed the keys from him and pushed him out of the way.
She got into the driver's seat and waited for him to walk round
to the passenger's side. He got slowly into the van.
They were silent as she drove away from the pub. But after
a minute, Linda touched her husband's hand.
'Don't be an idiot, John,' she said.
John Bentley didn't reply. He just stared out of the window.
They were driving along a wide road lined with4 shops. It had
started to rain and the street lamps were reflected on the wet
road and pavements.
Linda turned into a side street. 'That guy will be useful to us,
you'll see,' she said. 'That's why we must make sure that we see
him again.'
John turned to look at her. 'What do you mean?' he said.
'You and he are identical, John,' she said. 'That's interesting,
don't you think?'
Her husband didn't understand her.
A minute later, Linda slowed down and turned onto the
drive in front of the garage of their small house. The van's
headlights shone onto the garage door.
'You can forget about small-time thieving2 now, John,' Linda
said. 'If you do one big, easy robbery now