Malory and A Time To Die Chapter Nine When I called to leave the lemon meringue pie for Thea, she greeted me eagerly. “Oh good, I was just going to ring you. Could you do me a favor? My washing machine’s finally given up the ghost. Well, I say ‘finally,’ but we seem to have had it only a couple of years. I bought a new one, but they can only deliver it on Friday afternoon—and of course they can’t give me an exact time—and Alice has a riding lesson then. So would you mind collecting her from school and taking her to the stables?” “Yes, of course. And how maddening about your washing machine. Things simply don’t last nowadays. What is it they call it—built-in obsolescence? I was just saying to Rosemary the other day, when my fridge packed up, that the one Peter and I had when we were first married lasted more than thirty years! No, it’ll be lovely to see her. What time’s the lesson?” “Four thirty. Is that all right?” “Splendid. I can take her back with me and give her a sandwich to keep her going, and if you give me her jodhpurs and things, she can change then.
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