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That evening I phoned Adam. Either Richard hadn’t given me the correct number, or there was a problem with the line. Whatever the reason, the number turned out to be unobtainable. After trying to call him on and off all evening, I gave up. I still had Adam’s address and on looking it up discovered it was close to a tube station. The following day was Thursday, which wasn’t usually very busy at the tea shop, and that gave me an idea. Inventing an excuse about my mother being sick, I asked Hannah for the day off work. I had decided to speak to Adam in person. So, on a drizzly day, Poppy and I set off on a secret mission to reunite Hannah with the man she had fallen for. Poppy trotted along in front of me, stopping to sniff and leave her little messages on the way to the bus stop. She had
