“I like that new girlfriend of
yours,” Granma had said after she’d bumped into them both last week at the
shopping centre. “She’s very pretty. And
she’s well-mannered.”
So, Amanda would
recognise her now. Oh, lord above.
“You lied to
me,” she would say. “Your Granma’s fine. I saw her.”
Lordy, he
couldn’t bear it.
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