‘I’ve put her next door!’ I breathed to James as he closed the bedroom door behind us. ‘Well, that’s all right, darling. They’re hardly going to be at it like teenagers, are they? Especially after a ten-hour drive. And, anyway, so what if they are?’ He was beginning to look a bit cross. I knew I had to keep my paranoia under wraps. Nonetheless, I found myself looking at our double bed, its headboard against the shared wall, as I knew theirs was too. While James was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I tried to drag it across the floor. It was bloody heavy and I only got it a few inches. It also made a terrible racket. James shot back into the room, toothbrush in mouth. He stared. ‘I thought it might be nice to sleep under the window.’ He removed the brush. ‘Flora, you’re being absurd! I’m beginning to wonder why it would affect you so much to hear your ex-boyfriend in flagrante with another woman.’ ‘Shh!’ I glanced at the dividing wall in horror. ‘And, anyway, do you really want to hear your sister in the same state?’ I whispered.
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