“Where have you been” Madrid asked me.
“Talking to Jeanette just as you asked me to.” I replied.
“I couldn’t find her, when I went looking” she said “She just seemed to disappear”
“She was over behind the shed” I gestured with a sideways nod of my head, conscious that I was sweating slightly.
“Are you OK?” said Madrid. “You look hot?”
“I am” I replied “It must be thirty degrees out here and I’m wearing a dark suit. It’s hardly surprising I’m hot” I replied, rather too defensively.
“I’m going in for a drink. Are you driving home?” And before she could answer, I’d entered the kitchen and had helped myself to a beer. Not off the buffet table; they were warm and for the ignorant; I knew where the cold ones were kept, so I chugged on a long neck Rolling Rock and stood unobserved in the corner of the utility room whilst looking at Jeanette as she chatted animatedly to her boyfriend.
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