“Oh,” said Bethan cautiously. “I’m not sure it’s going to be a church wedding. I think they’re planning on popping down to the local registry office.”
Jean’s face fell.
Bethan quickly qualified her statement: “I mean, I don’t know that’s what they are planning but, you know, they’re neither of them spring chickens.”
Jean looked mortified.
“I mean, well, Sal isn’t a dress-up kind of gal…” she could see the growing horror on Jean’s face. “I’ll shut up now.”
“I think you should!”
“Anyway, no more night-time shenanigans, d’you hear me?” Bethan packed up her bag and turned off her computer.
“Oh, alright, if you insist.” Jean glanced over at Pol. “What say you, Pol? Shall we leave the gentlemen alone tonight?”
Pol, all wide-eyed innocence, nodded, but when Bethan went back to her bag, sh
