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Stall Street, Bath – Two Days Later
‘Okay, people,’ Petra said. ‘You have two hours to do some shopping before meeting back here for the afternoon tour of Regency Bath. Please try to not be late and if you have any problems, call me or text. Please make sure you all have my number in your favourites.’
She was standing outside the Roman Baths with the group around her as well as Deanna, Deanna’s husband Rod and the dog. Today, they were mob-handed because this particular cultural trip, an hour and a half’s coach ride from the school, was fraught with potential. Lost students; accidents; not to mention the opportunities for d**g buys and illicit drinking.
‘Reputation,’ Deanna had said on the drive to Bath, her brown spotted hand clinging to Petra’s forearm. ‘I know this was supposed t
