Chapter 22I carefully apply make-up, not too much, just enough to enhance my looks.
“Hot date?” Patricia jokes. “You don't usually wear make-up to work.”
“Actually, I'm meeting a colleague for lunch,” I admit. “A fireman from further up the valley.”
“Oh, I see,” she replies and busies herself at the sink. “Have you known him long?”
“Not really, we met on a job,” I reply. “We're looking at Gregory Armand's car this morning then having a bite to eat. No big deal,” I add.
“Right,” she replies, tidying the kitchen and banging pots and pans as she clears. “By the way, your Mum and Dad are coming for Christmas dinner. Your Dad telephoned and it's all arranged. Byron is bringing them in his car. I phoned him and invited him after we discussed it. I thought I'd go through to Perpignan today w
