CHAPTER TWO
When I arrived home later that afternoon, Gwen was waiting for me. She lived in the flat upstairs, so it wouldn’t have mattered if I was late.
'Hello, luv,' she said in her wonderful broad Yorkshire accent.
'Hiya. Did you just come downstairs?'
'Uh-huh. Literally. Look, I bought a bottle of wine! Okay I bought two, and I made a chicken casserole. I’ll be expecting you at seven on the dot. Okay, luv?'
'Gwen, that sounds like heaven. Speaking of heaven, I’ve got a funny story to tell you, but I’ll tell you all about it later. Do you want me to bring anything?'
'Just you and your funny story, luv,' she said as she skipped up the stairs back to her place. 'See you in a bit!'
'Okay, bye!'
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'…and then I was in such a state that I hit a car in the parking lot!'
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