Maxine looked over. 'Which one?' 'The pretty one. Next to Georgia.' 'I don't know,' said Maxine. 'The other two can't be actors. Unless they're character actors.' They smirked. 'Do you think she's Georgia Field's sister?' 'The one who's a journalist? I think she may be. They've got the same nose.' 'Ye-es,' said Sara thoughtfully. 'Although she just doesn't have It like Georgia does. Maybe if she were blonde . . . She'd vanish in a snowstorm, she's so pale. And she's fatter than Georgia.' 'Oh, she's not that bad,' said Maxine. 'She's just curvy. Some men like tits and arse.' 'Yes,' said Sara, 'but they're all over sixty.' Maxine smiled. 'She's got fuller lips than Georgia.' 'Mmm,' nodded Sara. 'Very eighties.' Happily unaware that she was being scrutinised by the actress and her friend, Jazz was busy observing their smiling, blond companion. His large blue eyes, which were admittedly flitting around a fair bit, seemed to alight on George rather often. And while there, she saw in them that dazed expression she so often noticed in men watching her sister.
