‘We were just at a lunch thrown by Lady Eckhart to celebrate my birthday. The journey across town was merciless and I am terribly parched, as are my girls.’ ‘That’s right, Mother,’ said Bernadette Roach with a nod of her head, ‘we are in desperate need of refreshments. Are we not, sister?’ ‘Most definitely,’ said Philomena Roach. The sisters were perched on the edge of the sofa beside their mother, who sat regally in an armchair. Mrs Roach was as wide as she was tall (which was very tall) and had the great fortune of resembling a cowbell. Her girls were about my age and perfectly ordinary in every way – blonde hair worn in ringlets, small brown eyes, inoffensive noses. ‘Hurry along with the tea,’ said Mother Snagsby, waving me towards the door, ‘and bring the refreshments for our guests.’ ‘Not right now, dear,’ I said, wedging myself between the Roach sisters with heartbreaking delicacy. ‘I thought we might engage in some pleasant small talk first. You will find me fascinating and I promise to look as if I feel the same about you.
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