Chapter Seven
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IvoryThe glass door drew back to reveal a grinning Merryweather.
“Have you put on weight, Jean? That craft's listing like my old girlfriend's knickers!” he bellowed, even though we'd descended to eye level and were less than ten feet away. “You look like you've seen a ghost, or toast, or a little of both?”
“I see you survived then.”
“No thanks to you. But, hey-ho, I'm not one to hold a grudge. At least you came to find me.”
“Well, to be honest, Merryweather, I'd forgotten all about you.”
“Meeeee! But, I'm unforgettable!
“Apparently not.”
“That's deeply regrettable.”
“So you say.”
“I find it quite incredible.”
“Do you?”
“And so inedible.”
“Stop talking nonsense. Have you lost your mind, man?”
Merryweather paused, scratched at his chin and shook his head, his
