ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX
‘Grace, I’ve been thinking, and I’ve had an idea.’ Emma said rather nervously as when entered her office.
‘Not so sure I approve of DC’s thinking or having ideas,’ Grace responded with a smile, indicating a chair for Emma to sit. Her headache was bad that morning and she felt a bit of light relief might help. It didn’t.
‘Grace, all these ladies, Amanda, Alice, and Felicity were of an age when, although they were all redheads, they would need to go to the hairdressers to have their roots coloured and possibly have colouring to the rest of their hair. They were well-dressed middle-class ladies and unlikely to try and colour their hair at home. I know that sounds a bit snobbish, but you know what I mean?’
Grace nodded, indicating that Emma should continue. Emma took
