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Her Master’s Wedding-12
Richard is a bit tentative. “How are you feeling this morning? We thought you might….” “I might have a hang-over? Mmm.… I deserve one, don’t I? But no, I’m fine…” In fact, physically, I’m great. But…. “Thank you, both of you, for sitting with me last night.” He smiles. “What are friends for?” And my phone chings with Michael’s avatar…. As we agreed…. “Please excuse me,” I say. “I’ll see you both in a while.” I raise a hand to the waiter, pointing upstairs. Nodding understanding, he vanishes through the swing doors and I head for the lift, leaving Richard and Beth exchanging startled glances. ***** We arranged this, and Michael has been as good as his word, contacting me at the first sensible moment. So, as I take the breakfast trolley from the waiter, wheeling it to the honeymoon su
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