“Rosetta?” Sowerbutt cried in
a strangled voice. “What are you doing here?”
“You recognise me despite the
make-up, senor. I shed my clothes, but taking off the make-up is too much
trouble.”Sowerbutt grinned: “I’m pleased you shed your clothes, Rosetta, otherwise I wouldn’t have recognised you.”
“Tsk, tsk, senor. You talk about taking off my clothes, I recall you had a lady?”
Sowerbutt kept a straight face, he suddenly had a vision of Polly hurling phone books and shoes at him.
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