CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Kid’s CurlsLaughter spread through the hall, echoing towards the vaulted ceiling like tinkling bells. With a frantic glance at Jerry, Kit knelt to collect the items back onto the cardboard lid. She mouthed a silent apology, and he brushed it off, resorting to his experience as a barrister to carry the crowd. “Apologies to my glamorous assistant.” He affected a dramatic bow. “Never hit your friends.” His finger wag drew another round of giggles. A child at the front used the moment as an opportunity to dissolve into exaggerated hysterical laughter until a teacher raised her finger to her lips. He silenced, as though she’d pulled his plug. Kit rose and reordered the props. She placed the toothpaste to the left and the cutlery to the right before frowning and switching t
