Chapter Sixteen
Sophie Challerton? What to be next?
Sophia Chollerton? Something different? Polly Nichols? Oh no, she came to a
sticky end – not auspicious at all. Nikki Chollerton? Nikki Chadwin? Chadwin? Yes,
that’s nice. But Nicky – I’ll have a ‘y’ Bob.
She picked up the phone and dialled.
“Ah, hello? Yes, I’m interested in
renting the room that you have on offer? Yes, yes. That would be ideal. No, I
know the Enfield Town area very well (false giggle). I know exactly where
you are. Me? Yes, Nicky Chadwin. That’s Nicky with a ‘y’. Wonderful. I’ll be
there at 2pm tomorrow. Goodbye (more disingenuous giggling).”
All good - de façon amusante.
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