“Praise, indeed,” smiled Sowerbutt,
putting his arm around the waist of the attractive redhead. “I take it you
like our new home.” He kissed Polly on the cheek.
“You just behave yourself,
James,”
Polly said. “I love the fitted kitchen with the hot and cold running water, the
brand-new electric cooker and even a refrigerator. Not at all what I expected
when you showed me through the door of the blacked-out shop downstairs.”He grunted as she elbowed him in the ribs. “I love the colour scheme, so fashionable,” Polly said, throwing herself onto the leather settee with red, black and gold cushions. “Pour me a drink, James. You didn’t do this all by yourself. You paid a designer, didn’t you?”
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