'As he raised his hand, Tony cringed away until his head crashed against the framed photograph of himself and the Queen. He longed to ring her now to explain why he wouldn't be ringing her tomorrow, or any day after that, but he didn't dare in case he weakened. 'The great interviewer, so praised for his judgement of character and his consideration to the staff, who doesn't know a thing about his own wife. I must begin printing your private letters to satisfy the populardemand, he said.
No one's ever dared ask him these questions. Gertrude, eyeing the remains of the quiche and the large chocolate cake, was now sitting drooling on the table 'The following morning Rupert got a letter from Taggie: Dear Roopurt, she had written, thank you for the luvly puppy. Bloody bad timing on the day before your IBA meeting.
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