She also suddenly realises, with the deep instinctive perception that flows best from a leisurely meal and a good bottle, that she secretly has rather a soft spot for wimps with hidden talents.
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Karims stretched Mercedes waits in the carpark. But Valerie holds Colin back as the Sultans man leads the way towards its well-polished gleam.
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Colins heart lifts. But then he remembers that he is expected at Beaconsfield
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Valerie notes this flash of gloom, and is immediately sympathetic. "Whats the matter?"
"Family Sunday." Colin makes his words sound like a gateway to hell. "My wifes gone to her parents at Beaconsfield. They
e expecting me."
Valerie is not to be deterred. She smiles conspiratorially. "You can pop in for a cup of coffee, then catch a train from Ladbroke Grove. Theyll never know."
Karim has now shepherded the rest of his little flock into the car and is growing impatient. But Valerie holds back and flashes him a most dazzling smile.
"Colins going to walk me up through the park to Holland Park underground."
Karim stares at her, his mouth open, obviously more than a little taken aback, and shakes his head insistently. "No, no, I will take you there, its no problem." He speaks urgently - he still nurses hopes on the Valerie front, and is not a man willingly to accept defeat.
But Valerie has retreated, and is now safely out of reach. "No, no, the fresh air will sober us up." Her voice is almost mocking.
Karim stares hopefully at Colin, who shrugs deprecatingly, a mere spectator. The Sultans man digests this impasse for a moment, and then shrugs in his turn, but with rather a grumpy expression on his face. However it is plain that he is defeated, and after a moment he
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The afternoon is now warm, and the sky pure unclouded blue. Valerie and Colin stroll through Holland Park, and find that they are holding hands, and smile at each other in the warm, well-fed and well-watered, euphoria that comes with successful truancy and matchless expectations.
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