“Twice in a
couple of days? What’s going on, Sorbay?” Polly laughed as Sowerbutt walked
into the Cheapside flat.
He pulled a small box out of his pocket, he had
visited his jeweller friend in Paddington before just making the train at St
Pancras.
Polly’s eyes
widened. “A silver filigree and mesh bracelet, Jimmy? And
these are real diamonds. It must have cost you an absolute fortune.”
Sowerbutt
grinned: “Only the best for my lady. I’m trying to make up for not
seeing you as much as I’d like.”
Polly stood in
the middle of the loungeroom, holding the bracelet, with tears running down
her cheeks.
Sowerbutt would never understand women. “You like it, you don’t like it. I
can change it.”
“Of course, I like it, you
big oaf. I love it,” Polly beamed. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Camouflage-Hitlers-Super-Spy-ebook/dp/B00HT48BN8
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