‘Stacey’s on the phone. She wants to know where you left Lauren’s Dora doll.’ ‘It’s here, lad,’ interrupted Nora, who had been buzzing around reception for the past half hour and had shuffled backwards from the filing cabinets to stick her head in through David’s office door.’ ‘She left it in your office last Friday morning.’ Nora heaved a large pile of files onto her left arm so that she could walk to her desk and open her bottom drawer with her right. ‘I put it in my drawer for safe keeping,’ she added, holding up the somewhat worse for wear-looking doll. ‘I forgot to give it to Sara when she left on Friday night, sorry lad.’ ‘No problem,’ said David, putting the phone to his ear once again. ‘It’s here, Stacey,’ he told their nanny, a sunny, bright-eyed girl by the name of Stacey Gilmore. ‘Just divert Lauren’s attention to “Chops”,’ Chops was Lauren’s stuffed lamb. ‘Tell her Dora’s gone exploring but she’s expected back tonight.
