Kay: There was a reason I stayed anonymous when I sent my first Valentine’s card, and it wasn’t because I was a psychopath.
Helen is typing …
Caro is typing...
Kay : I’m an overweight fifty-two-year-old woman, meeting someone in daylight, in a public place. What do you think is going to happen?
Helen: Drink spiked?
Caro: Credit cards stolen?
Kay:
Helen: I’ll come as a chaperone.
Kay: NO
Caro: Me too.
Kay : NO. Caro don’t even think about coming down. You’re getting married on Friday for heaven’s sake!
Caro: I’m already in London.
Helen: Why?
Caro: Change of plan.
Kay: Everything OK?
Caro:
Helen: I can drive you, Kay.
Kay is typing…
Caro: Or I can.
Helen: How else are you going to get there?
Kay is still typing…
Caro: And you’re retired now. Taxis are expensive.
Kay: OK. Someone can drive. But no-one is coming in. You can go to one of the bars opposite. I’ll text when I need a getaway car.
Helen: OK
Caro:
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Helen: Why are you in London? I thought you weren’t coming down until tomorrow evening.
Caro: Can’t explain by text.
Helen: Are you OK?
Caro: I’m trying to be.