Chapter 1
Good Breeding
By J.L. Merrow
The bouquet of pink carnations in Giles’s hand was suffering slow strangulation as his nerves overtook him. He stood in the doorway of the pub he’d ducked into for a bit of Dutch courage, staring at the house opposite.
This was, quite possibly, the biggest day of his entire life. “I can’t do it!” he hissed.
His friend Oz clapped him bracingly on the shoulder. “Yes, you can,” he said firmly. “Come on. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Easy for you to say,” Giles muttered, trying not to think of all the ways this could go disastrously, horribly, humiliatingly wrong. “Are you quite sure this is the right address?”
“Well, you’ve only checked it about seventeen times—of course I’m sure! Angela Mills, 47 Red Lion Street, Putney.”
“But what if it’s the wrong Angela Mills?”
“It’s not. We checked, remember? Angela Mills, née Shepney. How many of those can there be?” Oz gave Giles a last friendly—if somewhat impatient—hug then pushed him firmly in the direction of the most terrifying front door Giles had ever seen. “Now cross that bloody road and go give your old mum a kiss.”