TWENTY-SIX
Vivian glanced at the clock on Freddie’s nightstand as she stuffed her things into her overnight bag. It was 8am and she had an hour to get to work in time for a staff meeting. Showing up late to a Donny Dumbarton meeting amounted to a capital offense, as they were command performances for a captive audience.
She zipped up the bag and walked into the kitchen. Saw Freddie feeding Nigel and Claire, and sneezed.
Freddie gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, love,” he said.
“It’s okay. You gonna drop me off or should I get an Uber or something?” Vivian asked.
Freddie petted Nigel and Claire as they ate.
“Not to worry, love, I’ll drop you.”
“Okay then, we gotta go, like now,” Vivian said.
“Right you are,” Freddie said. “I’ll just get me coat and me keys.” He pulled on a jacket
