“Lordy!” She said. “Look at the state of the dust! What do I pay that woman for?” The cleaner, I assumed. “What does he want with that photo?” She was starting to get her own whirl-and-question combination going. Perhaps she had been spending too much time with Mr Samuels. I flapped my arms. She shrugged, ever so slightly.
“It’ll all come out in the wash, won’t it old thing?” as she slid across the tiled floors towards me. “I mean, either it will all come out, or nothing will come out at all.” She bowed down before me to place a lip-sticked kiss on my forehead. She needed to do up another button on her blouse.
What Mr Samuels made of what he saw on his re-entry I cannot say. He motioned for Cass to sit. She and I were side by side on the white leather sofa, looking up to him, no doubt ex
