Madame Komarovski looked at his cigar. “I
shall come and talk to you one day, Mr Sorbay, about your cigars. The latest
research says they are not good for you. The girls and I want you to look after
yourself.”
Sowerbutt grinned. “Very
thoughtful, Madame Komarovski. I won’t keep you, Spaghetti and I
have a couple of things to sort out.”
Waiting for the door to
close, Spaghetti said: “Tough old bird. From what I hear, she rules the roost strictly but fairly. And that’s what the girls appreciate.
“You have to pay attention to
what she says, don’t you guv? I’m never sure how old she is. But she looks good.”
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