We sit around the table to eat an excellent boeuf bourguignon, chatting.
“So why the train station Charlotte?" asks my Master. “Don´t misunderstand. We´re both very happy to collect you, but, no car yet?"
I shrug. “Oh I´d like one but I´m trying to be sensible with my money, and a car is something I just can´t afford right now. I´m fine on the train."
My Master looks puzzled. “Er, well, I´ve a pretty good idea of how much you earned with your, um, adventures, with us a few weeks ago. I know how much I paid for you, and how much the other guys contributed afterwards. Surely you must have plenty in the bank? You´re not dressing extravagantly. Or wearing expensive jewellery. Where´s your money going?"
I am a little embarrassed. “I know you paid a lot of money for me Master, but of course,
