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Kitty laughed.
‘Kitty asked me what story have I always wanted to write but never have.’
‘Ah. You’re not supposed to make her think, the doctors said so,’ he joked. ‘But that’s a good question. Let me guess. Is it that time during the oil spillage when you had the exclusive interview with the penguin who saw everything?’
‘I did not have an exclusive with the penguin,’ Constance laughed, then winced with pain.
Kitty became nervous but Bob, used to it, continued.
‘Oh, it was the whale then. The whale who saw everything. Told everyone who so much as inched near him about what he saw.’
‘It was the captain of the ship,’ she threw at Bob, but lovingly.
‘Why didn’t you interview him?’ Kitty asked, arrested by their love for one another.
‘My flight got delayed,’ she said, fixing her bedcovers.
‘She couldn’t find her passport,’ Bob outed her. ‘You know what the flat is like, the Dead Sea Scrolls could be in there, for all we know. The passports have since found their home in the toaster, lest we forget again. Anyway, so she missed her flight and instead of Constance’s great exclusive, the captain spoke to someone else who we shall not name.’ He turned to Kitty and whispered, ‘Dan Cummings.’
‘Oh, you’ve done it, you’ve killed me now,’ Constance said dramatically, pretending to die.
Kitty covered her face in her hands, feeling it wrong to laugh.
‘Ah, finally we are rid of her,’ Bob teased gently. ‘So what is the answer, my love? I’m intrigued.’
‘Do you really not know this?’ Kitty asked Bob. He shook his head and they watched Constance thinking, which really was an amusing sight.
‘Ah,’ she said suddenly, eyes lighting up, ‘I’ve got it. It’s rather a recent idea, actually, something I thought of last year before … well, it was somewhat of an experiment but it has occupied my mind since I’ve been here.’
Kitty moved in closer to listen.
Constance enjoyed making Bob and Kitty wait.
‘Possibly one of my greatest.’
Kitty groaned impatiently.
‘I’ll tell you what, the file is at home. In my office. Teresa will let you in if she’s not too busy watching Jeremy Kyle. It’s filed under N. Titled “Names”. You get it for me and bring it back and I’ll tell you about it.’
‘No!’ Kitty laughed. ‘You know how impatient I am. Please don’t make me wait.’
‘If I tell you now, you might never come back.’
‘I promise I will.’
Constance smiled. ‘Okay, you get the file, and I’ll tell you the story.’
‘It’s a deal.’
They shook on it.
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