We’re going to have to get the car valeted. It’s like a swamp in the back seat. What was Kelly doing anyway? Since when has she been drinking in the daytime?’ huffed Alan. He was right, it was getting beyond a joke. The leather was starting to soften with all the gastric juices that had been splattered on it. It was quite an interesting biological experiment really. One could observe how the fly can digest its prey on a gigantic scale. ‘I really don’t know what’s going on between Kelly and Robert. Methinks something is “rotten in the state of Denmark”, so to speak,’ insinuated Mel. ‘Or perchance Robert’s rehearsing for a pantomime?’ reasoned Alan hopefully. ‘Yes, that’ll be it! Mind you, it’s only May. Bit early for a pantomime,’ but Mel hoped that Robert was indeed planning to tread the boards. A nice, simple, wholesome and unthreatening explanation. She changed the subject. ‘Well, they’ll both be back in school on Monday!’ she said brightly. ‘Last half term before summer hols.
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