The telephone interrupted her daydreams; perhaps by a miracle it might be him, but it was only her mother saying that the B God, what a wasted day. Rupert caught her by the scruff of the neck, frog-marched her back into the room and sat her down on the bed. After that even he had to sack her, so we haven’t had anyone for about six weeks.
“At least that’s a grand in each of our pockets. Mum was the cook, so the headmaster let me in free. ” Billy scrambled to his feet. “Jesus Christ!”“What is it?”“Beet, unsoaked,” he said grimly.
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