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Four weeks had passed since the party at shillas’ house when suddenly the phone rang jolting me out of my daydreams. It was Shilla, hi Eve, I’ve got your party goodies and I have something to tell you when you come over to pick them up. Shilla was at her best, hiding information, always making a mystery out of everything. I said I would call over at eight o clock as Tom would be in for his tea around six thirty and had a squash match on at the leisure centre, so I would get him to drop...