Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. Almost the best of all. And two other ladies. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face.
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