Cleaning for Mr Quin
'You don't mean it,' Adele said, eyes wide, long hair sweeping as she shook her head. 'It's a joke ... Please, Becky, tell me it'll be all right.'Rebecca Roberts gritted her teeth against the annoyance at her friend's constant need for reassurance. When would the woman learn that she was just as worried by their predicament? She sighed and looked around the flat, it wasn't much but they'd done their best to make the place homely. It had been fun going to car boot sales, visiting charity shops,...