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Our Friday lunches had grown out of friendship, and they later had taken on a character all of their own, and once we realized their publicity value, we made them a vehicle to promote our careers. Heather was always so unfailingly enthusiastic. She complemented me on my outfit, which was only a simple frock I had sketched and my mother had run up for me. She had worn a pale rust-collared linen skirt, with a blouse of a divine shade of green, which she teamed with a chunky red, yellow, and brown necklace and matching bangles and sandals. The effect was stunning, and assured that I had something to carry on about in my column. Then Tony arrived, and I was able to introduce them, and for the first time in months, I was able to relax.
“Heather is my dearest friend, and has run me and my b
