Anne grinned at Deborah. “I’ll let down Goliath’s trousers if you want to start unpicking the sleeves.” Deborah nodded. “Okay.” “Good. Thanks, ladies. I’ll go and have a word with the Mothers’ Union. I still don’t know if they’ve dressed Moses.” Miss Babbacombe wandered off, frowning over her notepad, leaving Anne and Deborah to their sewing. “Did you enjoy the dance on Friday, Debs?” “Mmm. It was better than I expected. How about you, did you have to spend all your time in the kitchen?” “No, no, I was only helping out for a while.” Anne gave a little smile. “I enjoyed it.” “Who was the guy who came looking for you, fair hair and glasses?” “Professor Duggan. He’s the don from the university who wants me to retract all the stuff in the paper about St. John’s being a Templar church.” “And will you?” “Not on your life!
