DOUBLE
Beeston Care Home, Nottingham
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Google Maps wanted Sian to take the A52 but she knew better than her phone and cut through campus and out of the traffic. A few minutes later she was across the roundabout near Beeston and the bossy female voice was telling her to turn left. She drove into a busy car park, with vehicles already blocking others in. She put her car in the least offensive place she could find then locked it and headed to the door on her crutches.
‘Hi,’ she said to the receptionist.
‘Hello!’ came the enthusiastic reply with a huge smile. The girl was very pretty, dark skin with make-up perfectly contoured and fake lashes framing her big, brown eyes. ‘Can I help?’
‘Hopefully,’ Sian said. ‘I’m here to see Jack Donnelly.’ Then, an afterthought. ‘Am I OK to leave
