The Peacock 1396

"Where are you going", says Carl. "I need permission to leave my own house?" "No need to get defensive, Chris." "I'm going out. I'll be back at two for lunch." "Where are you going?" "I don't know. And I don't care." I already stuffed Karen's book in my backpack, note book and a couple of pens. That should be sufficient. "Chris", says Carl as I whisk past him. "I'll phone you from wherever." "Where are you going." "Wherever" and I let the door close uncertainly behind me...