CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The following weekend, Tony and Zara invited me to their apartment in Wimbledon for dinner.
'And you ought to stay the night, too,' Zara had insisted, on the phone, earlier in the week.
'Then the three of us can completely chill out and not worry about getting you home.'
I arrived at Wimbledon Station just after 3pm on Friday afternoon and was met by Zara in her black Audi TT.
'Katie!' yelled Zara from the distance as I walked out of the station into the fresh air. She rushed over and kissed me on both cheeks. 'It’s wonderful to see you. I’m so pleased you're staying over tonight,' she gushed.
'It’s great to see you too, Zara. Thanks for inviting me. It’s so kind of you,' I said as she took my overnight bag before I could stop her.
'I might be little, but I’m stro
