And I knew right from the beginning it could lead to trouble with a capital T. I’d been in enough shit with the Aronda wedding affair to last, well, for quite some time. But I went right along with the interview anyway. I was on such a high that day from actually seeing Princess Diana in the flesh. I’d stood for a whole long moment in the warm glow of her very real gaze; I’d heard words from her mouth directed at me, okay, at us. ‘Hello girls!’ Now anything seemed possible. And Zoë was so persuasive. But I can’t blame Zoë altogether for what happened because, as Babs said, ‘You have free will, you needn’t have listened!’ sounding just a bit like Martin who could be so self-righteous sometimes. But I knew she was right. ‘We’ll get top marks for Journalism with this,’ Zoe had said. ‘Maybe even the Year Prize. Now let’s ask her something really personal and invent a Diana-type answer.’ I could already see myself reaching out for the prize cup with Babs in the audience clapping madly and maybe even loser Graham.
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