Jake returned with the drinks and a packet of crisps. All the china horses on the shelves and the teddy bears that used to fill up the entire window seat had been put away. Then Helen spilled the beans to Rupert. Jake tried to check her, but she’d missed her stride and took it completely wrong, jumping sideways and catching her foreleg in the wing of the jump.
Her father had supported her mother. She must get him home before the police came along and breathalysed him. Perhaps years of Campbell-Black austerity and indifference to the cold had unhinged her, thought Helen. Surprisingly she wasn’t spoilt by her bitch of a mother, who would be guzzling champagne up at the big house with the nobs by-now.
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