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Libby took her in. She was naturally stunning and voluptuous, and wasn’t wearing much make-up. The red dress, though figure-hugging, did not show as much cleavage as Libby would have expected. Her nails were short and unpainted, and her only jewellery was a simple gold cross around her neck. Eveline was beautiful but didn’t accentuate it, and by the excited glint in Estelle’s eyes and the way everyone else had drawn forward, her job was unusual.
‘Can I get three questions?’ she asked.
Estelle huffed. ‘Oh, go on then.’
‘What’s your job?’ said Libby.
‘Yes or no answers only!’ half the table shouted.
She jumped in her seat.Bloody hell.
Someone to her right oinked like a pig.
‘Leo! Shut-up!’ Estelle huffed.
‘Do you work with animals?
A collective ‘ooh’ ran around the table and Eveline put her head to one side.
‘Part-time,’ she replied.
‘Yes, or no!’ Estelle cried.
Okay, so probably not a farmer or a vet.
‘Do you work in the village?’
‘Yes.’
Libby looked at Estelle. ‘Can I ask any more questions? This is impossible.’
‘Yes,’ said Eveline as Estelle said ‘no’.
‘Twenty?’
‘Five more, and that’s your lot,’ Estelle replied.
Libby glanced at Henry. He mimed zipping his lips shut and she rolled her eyes.
‘Okay. Is the “working with animals” bit a hobby?’
Eveline nodded.
‘Are you a teacher?’
Her eyes widened a little as another ‘ooh’ went around the table.
‘Some people might say that was an aspect of my job,’ she replied. ‘But I don’t work in a school, college or university.’
‘Yes, you do,’ said Summer.
‘Oh yes, sorry. I do teach at the local schools every week.’
‘Three more questions!’ said Estelle.
Libby looked around. Every face seemed like it was about to burst with excitement. Eveline’s job must be super weird. Was she an extra wife of Henry’s parents? No, he would have told her. The crucifix around her neck also implied she probably wouldn’t be down with the idea of joining a three-way marriage with people a couple of decades older than her.
‘How many people have the same job as you in the UK?’
