I did try to talk her out of it once again but Fatima was adamant.
“I have a wardrobe budget but because I came in well under budget I topped it up with clothes that don’t even fit the period. Don’t worry about the cost, it’s all spoken for and written off in tax,” she started packing the case.
“Now, I have to get ready for this trip tomorrow and Petra will be helping me,” she glanced at her daughter, “you can either hang around here or go back home.”
“I um, I think I’ll go home, thank you for the clothes.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled at me, “now then, will you see your friend out to her car while I go to the toilet?”
Petra walked me out the car but nothing was said about our passionate snogging session a couple of hours earlier. Indeed her farewell hug was very formal and somewhat s
