“Well would you Adam and Eve it.” Fred chortled after they had gone.
“Do what?” Erich asked.
“Adam and Eve it, Erich. Believe it. It’s cockney rhyme.”
The great lorry hijack however was not going to be quite as simple as they then hoped.
Having eaten better than she ever had, she rose from the corner table and allowed Vogel to offer his arm. Nerves had been climbing her gut for the last twenty minutes or so, since the chocolate soufflé appeared before her.
Klaus, the inveterate snob chose that moment to disparage her attire. “We really must see to your wardrobe, Elise.”
She very nearly corrected him at that point, but bit her tongue instead. Martha would be far too common for the likes of Vogel. It was best she stuck with Elise.
“Whatever,” she replied a spoonful of soufflé an inch
