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Elizabeth Grey - Part 03: I must confess I like it.
By Carmenica Diaz
It wasn't until I finished my face the next morning that I
realised I did it without looking at the instructions. The
wardrobe was full of clothes supplied by Jeremy and Angela and,
as we were going out, I chose a simple grey wool skirt, matching
jacket and blouse.
Jeremy knocked on the door and poked his head in. 'Decent?'
I laughed. 'I think you've seen everything I have, Jeremy,' I
said as I stepped into my heels.
'Not everything, Liz,' he said pretending to leer at my breasts
and I blushed.
'You'll have to use your imagination,' I laughed, picking my
handbag up.
'I won't be here when you come back, Liz,' Jeremy said solemnly.
'Oh no, you're going?'
He nodded slowly. 'Afraid so, there's nothing more I can do for
you and Angela has paid me off. Here,' he said, giving me a
business card, 'put that in your purse and don't show the dragon
lady. If I can help you at anytime, just call. ' I read the
card. Jeremy Bingham. 'Thanks,' I said, eyes filling. 'Thank you
so much, Jeremy. If you hadn't been here '
'Hush, Liz,' Jeremy said, gently hugging. 'Don't let her get you
down, you're wonderful.' He kissed my cheek and squeezed me as
I sniffled into his shoulder. 'This is her first job and I think
she's trying to prove something.'
'Oh?'
'She's not as tough as she lets on, I thought I heard her crying
in her room the other night.'
'That was probably me,' I sniffed and he smiled.
He let me go and smiled at me as I scrambled for a tissue. I was
used to crying now, I seemed to go to water at the slightest
thing and knew it had to be that relentless dosage of hormones
every day.
Jeremy took a small package from his pocket. 'Here, Liz, a
little something to remember me by.'
My fingers shook as I opened it and saw beautiful and elegant
pair of gold glasses. 'Oh, Jeremy,' I whispered and the tears
started again.
'We got your prescription and had them made.'
Gently he took the old glasses, Allan's glasses, put them on the
table and slipped the new ones on. 'Now, those suit you. You
know,' he said wistfully, 'if Angela had let me, I could have
made you extremely beautiful.'
'Jeremy, these are wonderful.' I hugged him again and kissed his
cheek. 'Thank you.'
'Word of advice, dear, get out of this as soon as you can and
don't trust these government types.'
'But '
'I don't trust them and I'll never work with them again. There's
something about this that's not right.' Jeremy opened the door
and smiled. 'You'd better redo your face, Liz.' A jaunty wave
and he was gone.
Angela watched me come down the stairs, her eyes on the glasses.
'Where did you get those from?'
'Jeremy gave them to me.'
Angela frowned. 'He didn't put them on his invoice, he must have
forgotten.'
'I don't think so, it was a farewell gift from him.' He was
being nice, I wanted to say, something you seem to know nothing
about!
Angela shrugged and handed me a list. It had everything on it
from hosiery, to coffee beans, sausages and tampons. 'That's the
shopping list, you're to get every item. I'll be with you, but
you have to do it. This is the final test to see how you handle
being in public and how people see you.'
'I hope I get a good grade,' I murmured.
'Sarcasm doesn't help, you know!'
'Neither does being constantly nasty!' I shot back and then,
after seeing her white face and trembling lip, I sighed. 'Ok,
I'm sorry, I'll do the shopping. How do I pay?'
Angela gave me some cash and a new credit card. I stared at the
name Elizabeth Grey for a moment, somehow it made it all seem
so normal when I saw my name on a simple credit card.
We drove in silence to a village, parked and walked up the high
street. It was a beautiful clear day and I smiled as I watched
a family of ducks waddle across the park to the water.
First stop was the grocer. 'Good morning, ladies,' a man called
as we entered. He was on a wooden ladder resting against shelves
and he smiled at us, his white apron fluttering in the breeze
generated by the opening door.
'Good morning,' I called up with a smile.
A woman I guessed was his wife appeared at the counter and
smiled. 'Can I help you?' She glanced at Angela and back to me.
Angela stared impassively at her and I was tempted to roll my
eyes. Can't she even be nice to the grocer's wife?
'I have rather a list, I'm afraid,' I smiled at her as I
retrieved the list from my bag. 'You just read them out, love,
and we'll find them.'
'Coffee beans.'
'Only the one sort, I'm afraid.'
'They'll do. Do you have tights here?'
'On the stand down the back.'
'Right, I'll look in a moment,' I said and then called out some
more items. 'Tampons?'
'Next to the tights.'
And so it went on. I ended up chatting with her as I paid while
Angela stood silently beside me. Taking the two bags, I thanked
them again and we walked out of the shop. 'Here,' I said,
thrusting one of the bags into Angela's arms, 'you can carry,
can't you?'
The butcher fell over himself to get what we wanted and finally
we found a quaint tearoom. 'Let's have a Devonshire tea,' I
suggested and Angela nodded.
The tea and scones were brought to our table and I was spreading
jam on a scone when Angela suddenly said, 'you did really well.'
'I got a good grade then?' I said and instantly regretted it.
'I'm sorry,' I said softly, 'that was stupid.'
'Yes,' Angela said, 'you pass.' She sipped her tea. 'We go down
to London tonight and the audition is tomorrow morning. How do
you think you'll go?'
'Haven't you used your connections to get me a place?' I asked
and she shook her head. 'This is really an audition?' I asked,
astounded, dropping my scone on the china plate. I had assumed
that it was going to be a shoo-in, already arranged.
Angela nodded. 'Yes, it's an audition.'
'Bloody hell, that's just fantastic!' I said sarcastically. 'The
success of this, everything I've gone through,' I snapped,
glancing at my breasts, 'now lies on whether I can pass an
audition! Talk about putting a girl under pressure!'
'I told you we're on our own in this,' she said defensively.
I stared at her, wanting to ask a lot of questions but felt
Angela would just close up, tell me nothing as usual. Instead,
I poured another cup of tea and moodily stared out the window at
the normal people walking the high street.
'Elizabeth?'
'What?'
'Have you,' she asked, looking intently at her teacup, 'ever
done anything like this before?' 'Like what?' I asked, still
staring out the window.
'You know dressing up pretending you're well, you know.'
I glared at her. 'No, I have not!'
'It's just that you seem so comfortable as a '
'There have been some rather uncomfortable things you've put me
through so can you blame me for relaxing?'
'I suppose not.'
I returned to watch the street scene through the window. Was
that all it was, I wondered, was it? I was very comfortable,
amazingly so considering what I had endured over the last two
weeks. The question was, what would I do after this, or if I
failed the audition and it was all over? What would I do then?
How do you walk away from a secret dream?
Angela looked at me and I saw the worried look in her eyes. I
smiled at her to reassure her. 'Don't worry, I'll pass the
audition.'
After driving back to London, we stayed at Angela's townhouse.
It seemed strange to be out of that old house where I had gone
through so much. We carried my suitcases up the stairs and the
thought occurred to me that Allan had driven down to that house
with one small case and Elizabeth returns with two rather large
suitcases and shoes in plastic shopping bags.
'The spare bedroom is there.'
'Thank you,' I said and began ferrying my bags into it. The
drive down had initially been a silent one until Angela began
questioning me about my background, trying to trick me but I
came through with flying colours.
Angela stepped into the room. 'Will this do?'
'It's very comfortable, you have a very nice townhouse.'
'Thanks. I'm bushed so I think I'll turn in. You have your own
bathroom and if you want to watch television '
'No,' I smiled, 'I'm rather done in as well. Good night.'
Angela opened her mouth to say something but obviously decided
against it and gently closed the door.
Angela was making toast when I emerged the next morning. I had
chosen black trousers with boots, a knit top and a jacket. I
noticed that Angela had also taken the trouser option, wearing
burgundy corduroy trousers and black turtleneck. A leather
jacket lay on the sofa. 'Would you like some toast?'
'No thanks, I can't eat before an audition,' I said. 'A cup of
tea will be fine.' We stood there sipping tea, eyes going to the
clock and back again. Angela seemed to be more nervous than I
was and I wondered why.
I found out when we were leaving.
'The taxi will be here soon,' Angela said and just as she said
it, the door buzzer sounded. 'That'll be it. Let's go.'
I grabbed my coat and handbag as Angela slipped her coat on and
as we passed the hall cupboard, she opened it and took out a
clarinet case.
Angela went deep red as I stared at the clarinet case.
'Let's hurry,' she mumbled, leading the way down the stairs.
My mind was reeling. She has a clarinet! Is she auditioning as
well? Why didn't she tell me?
Angela gave the directions to the driver and bundled into the
back. I slid in and looking questioningly at the musical
instrument case between us but Angela looked out the window,
ignoring me.
What is going on? I watched the busy London streets slide past
the window while I tried to understand what Angela was playing
at. No answer had come by the time the taxi pulled up at Red
Note, a small but trendy Soho jazz club. I had always wondered
what it would be like to play in a place like that and have
critics and famous people listen to you play.
Angela paid the driver and powered past me into the club.
'Angela,' I called after her, 'wait.' She didn't and I sighed.
You're doing all of this for Edward, I told myself, forget her
games, and just get on with the audition.
A young boy on a skateboard whistled at me as I opened the door
to the club. 'Cheeky bugger,' I thought but couldn't help
smiling.
The club was empty and I walked through the foyer, looking at
the photographs of acts that had performed here and stopped at
a picture of Heather James and Her All-Stars. I had seen them
perform once and had thought they were reasonable at the time
but dismissed them as relying on one gimmick to get by.
Double doors led to the club area and I saw Heather on the stage
talking to a woman who was playing the piano. Heather was a tall
woman, aged about thirty five, maybe even older who wore her
hair like Lauren Bacall in a Bogart movie and, when she
performed, wore gowns that would have been at home in the
'thirties. Their music was ok but it takes more than dressing in
thirties gowns to create the mood and power of those songs. I
had always considered Heather James and the Allstars to be a
show band with a gimmick, rather than a jazz band.
Other women sat at the tables and as they sat by themselves, I
guessed they were also here to audition. Angela was waiting for
me at a table where a young woman with a large diary was seated.
'This is her,' I heard Angela say and the young woman smiled at
me.
'Elizabeth Grey?'
'That's right.'
'Now,' she said looking at her diary, 'you play piano?'
I nodded. 'And you,' she said turning to Angela, 'play
clarinet?'
'Yes,' Angela mumbled. I raised an eyebrow but Angela turned
away.
'There are two more ahead of you,' the woman said to me, 'and
the reeds are after that. Please take a seat.'
I pulled a chair out from a table, took my coat off and hung it
over the back of the empty chair next to me. Angela sat
opposite, her face was very white and she almost looked
frightened.
'Thank you,' Heather said to the woman playing the piano and
then began talking to a short bald man next to her who was
smoking a cigar. It was an awful smell that permeated the entire
club.
The woman who had been playing walked past, glanced at the
frozen Angela and at me. I smiled encouragingly at her but she
shook her head. She knew she didn't get it and mumbled out of
the side of her mouth, 'hope you know your Gershwin, love.'
Heather called out a name and a blonde woman waved an arm and
wriggled her way to the piano stool. I rolled my eyes and
wondered if she was going to fall out of her dress when she
played.
The man with Heather smiled and waved at the woman as she
settled herself on the piano bench. Heather sighed and handed
the woman some sheet music.
'Rhapsody in Blue?'
The woman tried valiantly but it was awkward and not contrasting
in tempo. It can be a difficult piece, most people slam the
piano at the wrong moment, and like all Gershwin pieces it had
variety and a tremendous amount of light and shade in the notes.
'Thank you.' Mercifully, Heather cut it short and the young
woman appeared stunned. 'Thank you, dear,' Heather said again
and the young woman slowly got up and began to walk from the
theatre.
The man said something to Heather who ignored him and called
another name. The blonde woman glared at the man and I suspected
tears were not very far away.
The second woman didn't last much longer and as she walked away,
Heather threw her clipboard down in disgust. 'That's it? Max, I
thought you were finding real piano players, not women you want
to do the horizontal two-step with!'
'Hey, I'm just trying to find some glamour for the group, that's
all! We agreed we needed a more glamorous image when we tour
Russia.'
'No, you agreed! And it's not Russia, Max! I suggest you get an
atlas or something as your ignorance could be embarrassing in
Hungary or Czechoslovakia!'
The young woman with the diary walked quickly down to the front
and called, 'Heather, there's one more.' Heather stopped, raised
a hand and shielded her eyes as she tried to peer against the
lights. 'Another one, Sherry, who?'
'Elizabeth Grey.'
'Ok, let's hear her.' She turned to Max and demanded, 'is this
another one of yours?' Max shook his head, shrugged and turned
to watch me walk into the lights.
'Miss James?'
Heather turned to look at me as did Max, their eyes going from
my hair, to my glasses to my feet. I could see that Max wasn't
impressed. 'Heather,' he said in a stage whisper, 'remember what
we agreed about glamour '
'I want someone who can play, Max, not just look like sex on two
legs!'
I ignored all this and calmly sat at the piano, even though my
heart was pounding so loudly and I worried I was going to be
sick. 'Miss Grey,' Heather said, smiling and holding music
sheets out to me, 'do you know 'Rhapsody '
Ignoring the offered music sheets, I played, rolling the keys
and showing the light and shade until Heather, who had been
keenly listening, called, 'enough.' I stopped and waited. Was
that it? I was out all ready?
'We don't have time for the entire suite,' Heather smiled. 'That
was very well played, Miss Grey. Can I call you Elizabeth, or do
you prefer Liz, Lizzie or perhaps Beth?'
'Definitely not Lizzie,' I said and she laughed.
'Ok Liz, I'm Heather. How much Gershwin do you know.'
'Most of it, I think.'
'And other composers?'
'I can sight read so anything new is not a real problem but I
also love Cole Porter, Hoagy Carmichael, Irving Berlin '
'A girl after my own heart, can you accompany a vocalist?' I
nodded. 'Let's try 'Someone to Watch Over Me'.'
'Key?'
She told me and we began. Heather didn't have a strong voice but
it was sweet, in my opinion a little too sweet for the song but
I supposed the punters loved it.
It was easy to accompany her as her singing was predictable and
I could tell she was happy when we finished. 'Why do you want to
join my group?' Heather suddenly asked.
'I want the experience and love the idea of travelling to Prague
and places like that.' This was the answer that Angela had
rehearsed me on.
'Do you have a boyfriend?'
I blushed. 'No, not at the moment,' I added.
Heather stared at me keenly. 'I have to ask, Liz, but you're not
lesbian are you?'
I gaped at her. 'Me? No of course not!'
'I had to ask,' she soothed. 'Let me tell you, love doesn't mix
with music and being on the road. I want my girls to be a team,
a happy family, and not split by jealousies. We all leave our
boyfriends at home, do the job, collect our money and have a
good time. How does that sound?'
'Sounds wonderful.'
Heather grinned. 'Ok, welcome aboard, Liz. Sherry,' she called
to the young woman, 'can you get the contract for Miss Grey to
look at?' Heather smiled again at me and gestured at Max. 'This
is our manager, Max Rawlings. Max, this is our new pianist,
Elizabeth Grey.'
'Nice to meet you Mr Rawlings,' I said politely, wishing he
would put the cigar out.
Max sighed. 'Yeah well welcome. Listen can you tart yourself
up a bit when you perform? Maybe look a bit glamorous? Could you
dye your hair blonde?'
'I hardly think so,' I said icily.
'Leave her alone, Max,' Heather said with a smile. 'She's a
normal attractive woman, not like the Jane Mansfield clones you
seem to like. I'm sure Liz will look great in an evening gown.
And that reminds me, we have to give you your colour. '
'Colour?'
'All of us wear evening gowns of different colours. Sherry,'
Heather called out, 'what's the colour for the pianist?'
'Red,' she called from the back of the room.
'There you go, red and that will go nicely with your colouring.
When you're choosing gowns to wear, I suggest you'll need three,
make sure they're red. The actual shade doesn't matter so you
can get some variety there. Ok?'
'I suppose so.'
'Good.' Heather leaned closer. 'Could you accompany the girls
trying out for clarinet, I just need one and it'll be quick?'
'Of course.'
The first woman to audition for the clarinet wasn't bad, in fact
I got the impression she was on auto pilot, not really trying
and I felt for Angela sitting out there alone in the dark. 'What
was your name?' Heather asked her.
'Melissa Ramsay,' she said and gave me a quick glance. I smiled.
'Could you wait, Melissa?' Heather asked.
'Of course.'
I looked into the darkness and wondered what Angela was thinking
right now. I could only think this was the contingency plan she
mentioned. If I failed or didn't go through with it, she was
going to audition. Maybe, I thought, she's very good and will
get the spot, but if she's not, why doesn't she withdraw?
Angela stepped into the light, her face was ghostly white and I
saw her hands were trembling as she brought the clarinet to her
lips. I couldn't stand it. 'Heather?' I called and Heather
looked at me. 'Could you give me a moment?' Heather nodded and
I rushed over to Angela.
'What are you doing?' I hissed.
'Auditioning,' she said in a shaky voice.
'Are you any good with that?' I nodded at the clarinet.
'I played a bit in school.'
'In school! You silly cow, didn't you hear that other bird?' I
hissed, 'you are going to embarrass yourself. There's no need,
I got it, and I'm in. We did it,' I said seizing her shoulders
and smiling at her.
Angela gave me a weak smile. 'No,' she murmured, 'you did it.'
'Will you sit down and give up this crazy idea?'
Angela stared at me wide eyed for a moment, then nodded dumbly
and walked slowly out of the light. I turned back to Heather who
had been watching. 'My friend has decided to withdraw.'
'Ok,' Heather said slowly, 'that's it then,' and she turned to
talk to the woman who had auditioned first. 'Melissa?'
"I'm here,' the woman replied with a smile.
'So,' I said softly as I sat next to a miserable Angela, 'this
was the famous contingency plan?'
'Sort of,' she murmured and when she looked at me I could see
her eyes were glistening. 'I actually play the piano '
'The piano!' I exclaimed and quickly looked around to see if I
had attracted attention.
'Classical only, I'm afraid and the plan was that both of us
would audition giving a better chance of getting the job. But,'
she said and a tear rolled down her cheek, 'when I heard you
play that night, I knew I would never beat you, you're too
good.'
Shaking my head, I smiled. 'You've got a head on you, Angela to
think of all this stuff. I'd be hopeless.' She grinned weakly
through the tears and I gave her a tissue.
'Here's your contract, Liz,' Sherry said. 'Is your friend all
right?' she asked, glancing at Angela.
'Boyfriend trouble,' I said, rolling my eyes and taking the
contract.
'Oh, poor thing, what's he done?
'Just up and vanished,' I said flicking through the contract,
'where do I sign?'
'There. It's a standard contract.'
'I know. Here.'
'Enjoy the tour,' Sherry said brightly, 'it sounds wonderful.'
'You're not coming?'
'No,' she said flashing her engagement ring, 'I'm getting
married.'
'Congratulations.'
She walked away and I shoved the contract into my bag. 'Hang on
a minute,' I told Angela and went after Sherry. 'Have they got
a replacement for you?'
Sherry laughed. 'They haven't started looking, Heather is really
angry. Max was supposed to have arranged it.'
'What do you do exactly?' I listened intently as Sherry told me,
nodding and asking more questions until she finished. 'Thanks,'
I smiled. 'I hope the wedding is wonderful.'
Angela had cleaned her face and was sitting miserably where I
had left her. 'Angela,' I said as I sat next to her, 'it's truth
time, ok?' She bit her lip and nodded. 'Are you like Edward? Are
you a,' I whispered, 'a spy type?'
'No,' she said meekly, 'I'm a clerk.'
I couldn't contain myself. 'A bloody clerk! How did you get the
doctor, the voice coach and everything '
'I just typed up the orders and emailed them from my boss. They
don't know. They think it was a legitimate job. Those people
never ask questions anyway, they just do it. '
'You forged the orders?' 'Yes,' she whispered.
'The house we stayed in '
'My fathers house, I borrowed it.'
'Jeremy?'
'I looked him up in the files, he's done a few jobs helping
people with their covers. Once I had his name I looked him up in
the telephone book '
'You are joking!'
'No, I wish I was but I'm not.'
'How did you pay him, buy all the clothes and stuff?'
'I used all my savings,' she said in a little girl's voice. 'I'm
so sorry Elizabeth, doing all that stuff to you but '
'Oh my,' I said softly, clapping my hands to my face, 'you love
him, don't you? You love my brother!'
Angela was crying again and I hugged her. 'Yes,' she murmured,
'yes, I love him.'
'You've done all this for him, thought it all up and organised
it, all just for him? He's a lucky bloke.'
'I don't think he thinks I'm that important!' Angela wailed and
I hugged her tightly. 'He takes me for granted.'
'Yes,' I said softly, 'Edward can be a bit of a shit.' His words
echoed in my head again - Why don't you stop complaining and be
a man for once?
Angela snuffled and then wiped her eyes. 'Can you forgive me for
all the things you know,' she said nodding at my breasts. 'I
wanted to stop to tell you but I didn't know how. ' I smiled
and kind of posed. 'I'm getting rather used to them and I think
they suit me, don't you?'
Her lower lip trembled. 'Thank you, Elizabeth, I don't deserve
this, especially from you after the way I treated you '
'You did what you had to do and you did get me to where I'm
comfortable,' I added with a wink and she grinned through the
tears. 'Does this friend who's going to get Edward out really
exist?'
Angela nodded and grinned sheepishly. 'Yes, he does.'
'And he's in...'
'He's in the same line of work,' she said with a raised eyebrow.
'He's never met Edward, just heard of him and,' she said
apologetically, 'doesn't think much of him.'
'Do you think this plan will work?' I asked quietly. 'It's the
only plan we've got,' she said and her voice trembled. 'I hope
the negotiations get a hurry on and we won't have to do
anything. My friend is leading the negotiation team, that's how
I knew so much. Elizabeth, I just can't stand the thought of
Edward in prison, it will kill him.'
I nodded, she was right, it was the only plan we had and at
least we were doing something.
Heather appeared and looked at us suspiciously. 'Everything all
right?' She looked from Angela to me and I guessed she thought
Angela was distraught about me leaving, that I was a dreaded
lesbian!
'My friend's got problems with her boyfriend,' I explained.
'Oh,' Heather said and I could tell she wasn't convinced.
'What's his name?'
'Edward,' we both said.
Angela pointed at me through the last of her tears. 'He's her
brother.'
Heather looked at me and I nodded sadly. 'My brother can be a
bit of a shit sometimes.'
That won Heather over and she nodded sadly. 'Men,' she said and
we all nodded. 'Plenty of other fish in the sea, though,'
Heather said with a wink. 'Have you signed your contract, Liz?'
'Yes, I gave it to Sherry.'
'Here's a list of the songs of our repertoire; you might just
practice them a little before rehearsals. We start rehearsing
next week, we have one performance in London at the Red Note the
end of the week and then we're off. Will you be able to get your
gowns by then?'
'I think so.'
'You do have a passport?'
I glanced at Angela. 'Yes, I do.'
'I'll try and get everything organised, but I'm at a bit of a
loss now that Sherry is leaving '
'She told me,' I said quickly, 'getting married.'
Heather nodded, looked around and then leaned down to whisper
conspiratorially, 'yes, her boyfriends a bit of a wanker, but
you can't tell her.' She sighed dramatically. 'Love, it's a
curse sometimes.'
I nodded wisely. 'Have you got a replacement?' I asked
innocently.
'No, Max was supposed to find someone but '
'Why not Angela?' I said quickly.
Heather looked at Angela who, shocked by my words, grinned in a
silly way at her. 'Have you experience in '
'Not in this as such,' I quickly said, 'but she's very good at
organising people and getting things done. You should see what
she's done for me. She got me here for a start. ' 'Did she?'
Heather said cautiously. 'I don't know '
'I am very good at organising things, Miss James,' Angela jumped
in and I watched admiringly as the old Angela returned, 'just as
Liz said. I also speak German, I'm very disciplined and good at
getting people to do things and I won't cause any trouble. I
would really like to get away for a while and to have work to
focus on.'
'Well ' Heather stood thinking and I crossed my fingers. 'Ok,
we'll give it a try but if it's not working by the time we go,
you'll leave.'
'Of course. Do you mind if I sit with Sherry for a while to
learn the job?'
Heather smiled. 'No, not at all, that's a good idea.' She walked
away and we watched her go before we hugged.
'Thanks so much, Liz,' Angela said. 'That was quick thinking.'
'I did it for myself,' I winked, 'I'll need a friend on the tour
to help me get by, someone to help me with my corset. But, hang
on, won't the Soviet's know you, have a file on you?'
'They would never have heard of me, a junior clerk, who's been
in the job for only six months?' Angela looked down and said in
a small voice, 'What you said are we friends?'
'I hope so. Can you get time off, Angie?' I asked and then we
laughed at how we had both called each other by shortened names.
'Well, I've actually resigned.' Angela said with an embarrassed
look. 'I had to before they sacked me. I sort of let all my
other work slip to be honest, I actually ignored it.'
'Oh my.'
'It doesn't matter, I hated it anyway.' She looked shyly at me.
'Thanks, Liz, I won't lie to you again.'
I shook my head admiringly. 'You've risked everything for him,
haven't you? You are really something, Angie,' I said softly.
'What I've done is easy, but what you're doing '
'Angie,' I said softly, leaning over so only she could hear me.
'I must confess I like it.' I waited for her shocked expression
but instead; she just smiled softly and squeezed my hand.
'Are you sure or are you just saying that to make me feel
better?' 'No,' I said shaking my head, 'it's true.'
'Then I'm glad,' was all she said.
I watched her as she walked over to Sherry and thought how
quickly things change.
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