They had embarked on their annual post-Christmas sales expedition. Her mother always waited a polite interval, at least until the first week in January; rushing to the shops before that was simply vulgar, she maintained. Lexie used to enjoy these trips, the buzz finding designer labels at a fract...
It would be Jess, no doubt, calling for a debrief. But when she looked at the screen, she didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello?’ she asked. ‘Hi, Andie? It’s Elliot.’ ‘Oh hello, Elliot, how are you?’ ‘Great. I wanted to call straightaway,’ he said. ‘I’ve just talked to Stan, the kid I was telling y...
He spotted her and smiled, weaving his way through the tables till he got to hers. Liz stood up and they hugged. ‘Hello brother.’ ‘Hello sister.’ ‘What do you want to drink?’ ‘I’ll get it,’ said Eddie. ‘What are you having?’ ‘I’m still on this one,’ Liz said, indicating her glass. ‘Okay. I won’t ...
‘In here, in the bathroom.’ Louise appeared in the doorway. ‘I tried knocking.’ ‘Sorry, couldn’t hear you from here.’ Georgie was sitting on the floor between the toilet and the shower recess, her back against the wall, resting her head against the cistern. ‘You’re still t...