“Very well, Mr Baines. I’ll come around. I fly back to England
on Tuesday. So, I could be at your offices by Wednesday. What time?”
“Shall we say 2.30pm? You know where we are don’t you? “
“Yes, I remember from when I came around to sign the papers.
That’s no problem.”
“Well, again, sorry for your loss and have a safe flight home.
We’ll expect you Wednesday.”
She put the phone down. She went back outside to her
breakfast and thought about her one-time husband. A smile crossed her face. Shen
nibbled another date pastry and closed her eyes.
In England another ginger biscuit was dunked.
Alles in Ordnung.
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