Chapter Sixteen
The Face Reader
“Why the beetroot did Beryl fall for him? Sure, he was short, looked good in Lycra, and had a sort of something, but then so had many.”—A Voted In no longer employed
Hilda thrust the H-Pad into the footman’s hands who, balancing the manual while trying to keep awake, staggered, regained his balance, then regained his leaning pose until told otherwise.
Then she told the H-Pad to make sure he did remain in said leaning pose.
Hilda entered the basement and, like Beryl, walked past the buggered equipment shelf, the you’re having a laugh equipment display, and the when men ruined the planet sections. She entered the recycling area, scouring through the same shelves of obsolete phones and cameras that Beryl looked at.
In fact, Hilda was sure she could detect
