However so far they had drunk a large glass of chardonnay each and Katie had regaled Cliona with her adventures of the previous couple of days and they had as yet failed to even touch on the fayre. “So you haven’t heard from Ben yet? Cliona asked “No, I don’t expect I will” Katie snorted, “and even if I do, I won’t be speaking to him” she added huffily. “Well, maybe it’s just as well, I mean, if you’re pilfering blue prints for jobs, he’ll probably accuse you of being a spy. I think its best you keep out of each other’s way.” Cliona said, keeping half an eye on Katie as she did so. Katie’s face fell slightly and then she put on a nonchalant air. “Yes, well, it won’t make any difference to me either way. I don’t care what Ben Wilson gets up to.” Cliona kept her own counsel! “So let’s get down to planning these refreshments then”
