Part 18:
link Over dinner, Arthur asks about brunch tomorrow.
“Tomorrow? So, not Christmas, then?” she laughs.
“No, amazingly he had nothing planned.”
She thinks. “Should be fine.”
“Excellent.”
“I’ll probably still be at your flat, anyway,” she laughs.
They return to Arthur’s after dinner. The food was very good, and Arthur wisely ordered spaghetti, something fairly easy to eat with one hand. Gwen had chicken...
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