“I am down by the Marina. I was feeling lonely without you so I went for a meal at the Alhambra. Then I thought it would be nice to go dancing with my friend Amy. She likes the Stardust and it’s only around the corner, but the bouncer wouldn’t let me in. He told me to ‘eff off’ or something. I think he recognised me from the last time I went there. He wouldn’t let me in then either and called me a drunken Torremolinos tart.
“I’m not a tart, Claude, you know that. Why would he say such horrible things about me and in front of so many people on the street?”
“I don’t know, my darling. Wait there and I will come and take you home”.
“No, Claude, my sweet, you cannot, I promised Dad not to see you in public. I’ll just get a taxi home. Don’t forget we’re meeting at our home the day after tomor
