“You recognise me despite the
make-up, senor," Rosetta said. "I shed my clothes, but taking off the make-up is too much
trouble.”
Sowerbutt grinned: “I’m
pleased you shed your clothes, otherwise I wouldn’t have recognised
you. Your disguise is very good.”
“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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