Answering it, she found Fia Newman on the doorstep. ‘Hi.’ Fia held up a black bin bag. ‘Frank’s rushed off his feet so he asked me to bring his stuff over for Georgia. Is she in?’ ‘Yes, I’m here! Come on through!’ Abbie bit her lip; she knew she should be glad Georgia was working, but she was beginning to feel like an intruder in her own home. Showing Fia into the living room, she breathed in the steamy smells of Lenor and spray starch. Freshly ironed shirts, trousers, and dresses were festooned around the place, arranged on hangers and dangling from picture rails and pieces of furniture. The radio, tuned to BWR, was blasting out. Piled up on the sofa were bags of clothes still waiting to be dealt with. In the center of the room, wearing a Snoopy tank top and a pair of stripy pink and white shorts, was Georgia, working away like a thing possessed. True to her word, she had indeed turned out to have a talent for ironing; her work was speedy and meticulous.
What do You think about Take A Chance On Me (2010)?
