CHAPTER 28
THE TELEPHONE’S SHRILL tone sounded as though it was coming from a long way off. Waking up with a jolt, she reached out a hand from under the sheet and kept her eyes closed, whilst fumbling about on top of the bedside cabinet until she located the receiver.
“Hmmm?” Her mouth was as dry as the bottom of a parrot’s cage.
“Are you still in bed? It’s eleven thirty!”
“Neil; what do you want?” More awake now she sat up and took a sip from a bottle of water. It tasted like nectar.
“When have you ever still been in bed at eleven thirty on a Sunday morning?”
“I had a late night.” She yawned and shook her head.
“Anyone I know?”
“None of your business. Can we get to the point please?”
“Janice’s husband has filed for divorce. He wants half the house.”
“So? What’s that got
