Haven't done this for a whyle!
WHEN LIFE GOES POP
She
fills my glass to the brim and I quickly dive in before it spills over the
edge. I slurp at it like a frog eating custard, ever the dignitary!
Paige tucks
the champagne bottle under her arm and we clink glasses. ‘Bottoms up.’
We grin
and guzzle, propping ourselves against the wall, and watch the party unfold
even further. Believe me, it’s an unfolding party if ever I’ve seen one, such a
welcome change to suppers with saddos.
Just
then Jane Allen walks into the living room.
She’s
tall, elegant, with long curly hair. She’s wearing a fantastic dress, a bright
red number. I immediately want to copy her graceful style. She is flagged on
both sides by two men who couldn’t be more different: one is very tall and
broad-shouldered with long legs and arms, the other is short but well-built,
shaved head, like a pug-faced East-End super boxer that no one wants to get
into a fight with.
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