Just after the housekeeper had been sent home for the day, Sadie had received the call from the White House.
‘Daaarlink!’ oozed the voice, and Sadie’s jaw clenched automatically.
‘Hello, Lula,’ she answered brightly, ‘How’s it going over there?’
‘Oh, daarlink, you know how it is. And these treadful tin-men. Everywhere!’
‘Yes,’ said Sadie shortly, taking the phone back to the sofa and sitting next to a sleepy Marlon.
‘You muuust come over, little Sadie, Bob says it’s not good for you over dare on your own.’
‘I’m not alone,’ said Sadie, staring at the ombudsman by the French windows and feeling Marlon’s warmth below her hand.
‘But you must come! All de girls are coming, de staff are making up rooms and de food will be puurrrfect, you know; healthy and so; and I’ve booked masseurs to c
