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To Donna's consternation, Josh's outdoorsman streak continues.
‘Aren’t you gonna come with me?’ he asks, whatever strange burst of impulsive whimsy is driving his decision-making fading a little. The very small part of him that has, to his own surprise as much as anyone’s, decided it would be enjoyable to stand out in a rainstorm is also certain it won’t be as good without Donna.
‘You don’t want me to stay here so I can describe to the police what the local roadside axe-murderer looks like?’ she wonders, which also does its bit to kill his sense of childlike joy at nature, or whatever.
He plows on, determined. ‘Don’t you think in ten years’ time this will be an interesting story to tell?’
‘The time I contracted pneumonia with my boss?’
‘Would you get into the spirit of the thing a little?’ he begs.
She stares at him for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh, unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching into the backseat for her coat. ‘I don’t get paid enough for this.’