DAVE BROUGHT HIS FRIEND into the living room.
“Oh my goodness,” Jodie exclaimed at the sight of them and jumped up from the sofa.
Dave sat Carrie down and held her hands. They were freezing. She was pale and cold and seemed only half conscious.
“Belinda,” Dave said. “Get a duvet from one of the bedrooms. Carrie, drink this.” He held up a mug of warm, sweet tea to her lips. She sipped it, grimaced, swallowed, and sipped some more. The hot liquid seemed to revive her.
Rogue was bouncing on and off the sofa, running in circles and barking loudly. Thumping sounds came through the ceiling from the neighbours, voicing their complaint. Belinda arrived with a duvet, which she wrapped around Carrie’s shoulders. Toodles immediately climbed onto her mistress’ lap and under the covering.
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