more than yours did,â Claudia declared, giving up on the cigarette and chucking it out of the cab window.
âOh yes, of course I am.â Poppy lifted her eyebrows in a what-can-you-do-with-a-mad-woman? kind of way.
âDonât do that with your eyebrows,â howled Claudia.
âIâll do whatever I like with my eyebrows. I paid three hundred and seventy-five pounds for them at Hyper Hyper.â
Claudia wondered if sheâd ever wanted to strangle anyone this much before in her life. There was that hateful, barely-visible grin again, the one Poppy used when she was making fun of her.
âYouâre going to regret this.â Realizing she didnât have the strength for anything more physical, Claudia waggled an index finger at Poppy instead. âI was going to tell you something. Something important. You should, you know⦠you should be nice to meâ¦â
Poppy thought sheâd been an awful lot nicer than Claudia deserved. Exerting superhuman control, she said, âGo on then, what is this oh-so-important thing I need to know?â
âIâm not sure I want to tell you.â The pointed finger jabbed like a conductorâs baton. âI donât think you deserve to know. You shouldnâtââ
âOh for Godâs sake,â yelped Poppy, throwing herself back in her seat, âwill someone please shut this girl up? What have I done to deserve her ?â
âClaudia,â said Caspar not unkindly, âshut up.â
âButââ
âNo, I mean it. Youâve drunk enough to float the QE2.â
âOh well,â Claudia looked affronted, âin that case I wonât breathe another word.â She shook back her heavy blonde hair. âNot one single word about the pianist at the Cavendish jazz club⦠the pianist whose name happens to be Alex Fitzpatrickâ¦â
Chapter 13
Claudia woke up next morning with a cracking headache. When she rolled over and realized her alarm clock hadnât gone off, and that it was now nine thirty, she groaned aloud.
âItâs okay,â said Poppy, nudging open the bedroom door with her elbow and plonking a tray on the end of Claudiaâs bed. âI turned off the alarm. And Iâve phoned your office. I said thereâd been a car crash outside the house and youâd rescued a little old lady from the wreckage. You had to wrap her severed finger in frozen peas and take it along to the hospital but youâd be back at work this afternoon.â
Claudia nodded, winced, and clutched the side of her head. Getting into a sitting position was worse than climbing Everest. One thing about Poppy, she certainly came up with some inventive reasons for being late for work.
âHere, drink this.â Poppy passed her a cup of tea. She dropped three asprins into Claudiaâs trembling outstretched hand. âAnd Iâve made you some toast if you think you can keep it down.â She hesitated, then went on, âAnd Iâm sorry if I was horrible last night.â
âIâm sorry too.â Claudia looked shamefaced. It had all come hurtling back to her. âI didnât behave very well either. I canât believe I threatened not to tell you about the Alex Fitzpatrick thing.â She gulped down the last few mouthfuls of too-hot tea. It singed her tonsils but quenched her raging thirst. âI would have told you, of course I would.â
âI know.â
Poppy had barely slept. She still hadnât been able to get over the hand fate had played in Claudiaâs revelation. To think, if Ellis Featherstone hadnât phoned up last week she would never have come to the inescapable conclusion that Jake was gay. She wouldnât have told Claudia, Jake wouldnât have overheard, and the ensuing furious row would never have taken place. And if it hadnât, Claudia wouldnât have stomped off to the far end of the gallery and
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