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head sadly. ‘Way too late.’ Then the conversation drifted into generalised, Sunday social chit-chat that was pleasant and comfortable. Thirty minutes later, Clara looked at her watch. ‘It doesn’t look like she is coming. Perhaps we should ring her?’ Adam shrugged, and then reached for his phone, dialled her number, waited a few seconds, closed it and put it away. ‘Straight to an answering service.’ I got up and removed lids and covers from the plates and dishes I had arranged on a side table. ‘I think we’ll go ahead. Ann may have been caught up in something she couldn’t get out of, you know. These things happen.’ Nobody argued the unlikelihood of this. She had changed her mind. Simple as that. We got on with lunch without further mention of her, everyone helping themselves from the array of dishes I had ordered. ‘This is an amazing spread, Jake,’ Jane said, spooning some couscous on to her plate. ‘I love baked salmon.’ ‘Absolutely delicious,’ Clara agreed, ‘you’ve gone to so much trouble.’ ‘It’s no trouble, Clara,’ I told her laughing, ‘Everything was done for me, delivered this morning. The only trouble I had was about the jug.’ Expectant eyes rose from the food, and looked at me. ‘The jug?’ Jane asked. So, I told them, in exaggerated detail, the story of my careering around the city that morning looking for a jug.
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