“I don’t need cheering up,
Dot,” Polly glared, her grey eyes flashing. “What I need is a man who does what
he says he’ll do, who spends some time with me instead of gallivanting around.”
“He’s a good man, Polly, just gets forgetful
when he’s busy.”
“Forgetful, forgetful. I’ll
give him forgetful, Dot. I’ll give him a good slapping when I see him.”
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