Chapter Twenty-EightBarbara looked surprised at Sandra's question.
“Why would you need to know what Robert does for a living?” She peered at Sandra. “Besides, you said you'd met him last night. Didn't that come up in the conversation? It's the sort of thing that tends to get people chatting.”
“I'm afraid that question got bypassed. He was keen to get away as they had tickets booked for the show at the Theatre Royal.”
“Really, is that so?”
Sandra didn't fail to notice that, for one split second, Barbara appeared to be taken aback at the news Robert had seats booked for the theatre. But she quickly regained her posture, just as she had done earlier.
“Yes, of course,” Barbara said, shaking her head. “Silly me, I'd completely forgotten about that. They were both very keen to see the show.
