Chapter Eleven
It was about ten o’clock the following morning when Sally emerged. Richard was already dressed and had eaten breakfast. As she wandered into the Lounge in her dressing gown, the first thing Richard noticed was the smile on her face. ‘That smile’s not for me. It’s meant to rub my nose in it. My goodness. Did she really do what she threatened last night?’ Richard’s heart sank. ‘Oh, what a mess.’
“So, Richard,” Sally announced in bright tones, “the girls want to see you at seven o’clock tonight.”
‘Okay, I’ll get this over with and then I can begin to sort this mess out,’ he thought.
“And don’t even think of not going Richard. And don’t you dare be late, not a second. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sally,” answered Richard as his tummy churned.
“And you’re to look your best. No
