it."
Jayne dug the trench as Leah fetched barrow loads of compost to fill
it up again. Then Jayne heaped the excavated soil back on top.
"It looks like a grave for someone very tall," Leah said.
"Hmm, anyone particular you want to bury in here, then?"
"If Adam had been here when I spoke to him this morning, I'd
have been quite tempted to push him in, I have to admit."
"You go get him, I'll whack him with the spade," Jayne
offered.
"Jayne! I just meant push him and chuck compost at him. I was
really annoyed, but it's probably my fault. I seem to have been
jumping to the wrong conclusions a lot lately."
"If he annoyed you, I expect the fault was his."
"I don't know..."
"Anyway, we have more important matters to worry about. What
shall we have for lunch?"
They decided on a plate of cheesy-hammy-eggies accompanied with a
green salad. Leah didn't like to admit she didn't know what a
cheesy-hammy-eggy was, but guessed there was a clue or three in the
name.
"I'll pick some salad, shall I?" she suggested.
Leah thought Jayne was right about Adam being to blame for annoying
her earlier, but she felt she should give him the benefit of the
doubt and rang his mobile to see if an apology could return them to
more friendly terms.
"Leah, didn't I say not to ring me at work?" he snapped.
"Isn't this your lunch break?"
"Yes," he answered, reluctantly.
"So it's not in work's time nor on the premises - unless you're
still at your desk trying to clear my name?"
"Exactly and I'll do it much better without interruptions."
He'd do it better without people around him ordering cappuccinos and
panninis too, but Leah didn't mention that.
Adam was lying to her but she didn't know why. He seemed even more
irritable than usual whilst Rachel, a colleague who'd never liked her
much was full of enthusiasm at the thought of clearing Leah's name.
It was almost as though Adam wanted her to be in trouble - perhaps as
an excuse to break up with her. Fine with her. Now she was sure where
she stood with him and could try to move on from the relationship.
She thought she might be able to think of someone who could help her
with that.
As she gathered rocket and mizuna leaves, Leah felt strangely
relieved. Jayne noticed a change in her when Leah brought in the
salad to wash.
"Been thinking things through?"
"Sort of. I called Adam again. I'm beginning to wonder what I
ever saw in him."
"You OK?" Jayne asked.
"Yeah. I think so."
Jayne continued to look thoughtful. Then she brightened, held up a
finger to suggest she'd thought of something clever and said, "Plenty
more turnips in the field."
"Nice, I've always wanted a dirty boyfriend with orange flesh,
purple skin and green hair."
"You're thinking of swedes."
"An enigmatic blond? Now you're talking!"
Both women giggled together as they finished preparing the meal.
Silly schoolgirl humour had cheered Leah much more than sympathy
would have done.
Cheesy-hammy-eggies were Jayne's version of croque monsieur; cheese
and ham sandwiches, dipped in a mixture of eggs, mustard and
seasoning, then fried until crisp and golden on the outside. As Leah
cut into hers, the gooey melted cheese oozed onto her plate. The rich
snack contrasted wonderfully with the tangy plain salad and helped
Leah feel better still.
She decided to concentrate on something positive and thought about
what to wear to Chantelle's party. She could never hope to compete
with the hostess of course, especially if she wore one of her own
creations. Leah had heard of Chantelle Miller the designer but hadn't
realised she was Jayne's old school friend.
When they went food shopping that afternoon, Leah leafed through a
couple of copies of celebrity worshipping magazines and sure enough,
many of the catwalk frocks were Chantelle's creations. Her thoughts
of clothes were temporarily forgotten though when Jayne began filling
the trolley. She didn't seem to buy anything Leah recognised as food.
"Right, what do we need?" Jayne asked.
"Cakes
Jayne dug the trench as Leah fetched barrow loads of compost to fill
it up again. Then Jayne heaped the excavated soil back on top.
"It looks like a grave for someone very tall," Leah said.
"Hmm, anyone particular you want to bury in here, then?"
"If Adam had been here when I spoke to him this morning, I'd
have been quite tempted to push him in, I have to admit."
"You go get him, I'll whack him with the spade," Jayne
offered.
"Jayne! I just meant push him and chuck compost at him. I was
really annoyed, but it's probably my fault. I seem to have been
jumping to the wrong conclusions a lot lately."
"If he annoyed you, I expect the fault was his."
"I don't know..."
"Anyway, we have more important matters to worry about. What
shall we have for lunch?"
They decided on a plate of cheesy-hammy-eggies accompanied with a
green salad. Leah didn't like to admit she didn't know what a
cheesy-hammy-eggy was, but guessed there was a clue or three in the
name.
"I'll pick some salad, shall I?" she suggested.
Leah thought Jayne was right about Adam being to blame for annoying
her earlier, but she felt she should give him the benefit of the
doubt and rang his mobile to see if an apology could return them to
more friendly terms.
"Leah, didn't I say not to ring me at work?" he snapped.
"Isn't this your lunch break?"
"Yes," he answered, reluctantly.
"So it's not in work's time nor on the premises - unless you're
still at your desk trying to clear my name?"
"Exactly and I'll do it much better without interruptions."
He'd do it better without people around him ordering cappuccinos and
panninis too, but Leah didn't mention that.
Adam was lying to her but she didn't know why. He seemed even more
irritable than usual whilst Rachel, a colleague who'd never liked her
much was full of enthusiasm at the thought of clearing Leah's name.
It was almost as though Adam wanted her to be in trouble - perhaps as
an excuse to break up with her. Fine with her. Now she was sure where
she stood with him and could try to move on from the relationship.
She thought she might be able to think of someone who could help her
with that.
As she gathered rocket and mizuna leaves, Leah felt strangely
relieved. Jayne noticed a change in her when Leah brought in the
salad to wash.
"Been thinking things through?"
"Sort of. I called Adam again. I'm beginning to wonder what I
ever saw in him."
"You OK?" Jayne asked.
"Yeah. I think so."
Jayne continued to look thoughtful. Then she brightened, held up a
finger to suggest she'd thought of something clever and said, "Plenty
more turnips in the field."
"Nice, I've always wanted a dirty boyfriend with orange flesh,
purple skin and green hair."
"You're thinking of swedes."
"An enigmatic blond? Now you're talking!"
Both women giggled together as they finished preparing the meal.
Silly schoolgirl humour had cheered Leah much more than sympathy
would have done.
Cheesy-hammy-eggies were Jayne's version of croque monsieur; cheese
and ham sandwiches, dipped in a mixture of eggs, mustard and
seasoning, then fried until crisp and golden on the outside. As Leah
cut into hers, the gooey melted cheese oozed onto her plate. The rich
snack contrasted wonderfully with the tangy plain salad and helped
Leah feel better still.
She decided to concentrate on something positive and thought about
what to wear to Chantelle's party. She could never hope to compete
with the hostess of course, especially if she wore one of her own
creations. Leah had heard of Chantelle Miller the designer but hadn't
realised she was Jayne's old school friend.
When they went food shopping that afternoon, Leah leafed through a
couple of copies of celebrity worshipping magazines and sure enough,
many of the catwalk frocks were Chantelle's creations. Her thoughts
of clothes were temporarily forgotten though when Jayne began filling
the trolley. She didn't seem to buy anything Leah recognised as food.
"Right, what do we need?" Jayne asked.
"Cakes
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