“Wow,” he said, sliding a hand round her waist. ”For once, Helen unbent a bit. Late the previous night, Marion had rung him from a call box to tip him off about a horse called Revenge. Helen looked up at Rupert incredulously.
“Sorry about the polpi and the gazpacho. ”“I haven’t any make-up on. ”“Garfield to you, and I don’t like failures. Maynard’s chums from the allotments had landed onRupert.
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