She decided not to take the lift, in case she ran into Malise. Then she ran to him, flinging her arms round him, burying her face in his shoulder. Despite disapproving of Rupert’s stinking capitalist habits, she had no compunction about drinking his drink or using his washing machine all day. She was fed up with living out of suitcases, interviewing pop stars and heads of state.
“Must have a pee. Rupert, who’d always believed that a room full of roses and a gold bracelet could placate any woman, was slightly surprised. There was a bunch of dark purple irises in a royal blue vase. “I’m not surprised,” said the Express reporter.
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