“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry!” Lydia capered round after him. But he no longer wanted to be caught.
“Dode worry! By ode fault! Goodbye! Goodbye!” Astoundingly, with all his injuries, he leaped like a gazelle into the passenger seat of his car, making sure the window was fully wound up to avoid any incursion from his nemesis. The last thing he wanted was her head entering that confined space. What suffering would that result in? He busied himself with his seatbelt and then, when he could find nothing else to do, waved through the closed window with his good arm.
“Bye! Bye!” Where was Alex? “Goodbye!”
Alex loaded a last piece of luggage into the boot, and the boss’s car disappeared down the dirt road.
Lydia surveyed the taciturn East European.
Penny noticed, and sauntered by, whispering as
