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‘Thank you. It’s never too late for change, is it?’
Lexie sipped her coffee and did not reply.
Miss Keech laughed, and this was as surprising as the vinyl tiles and the red scarf.
‘You must come again, Lexie, and talk over old times.’
This time Lexie was saved from having to answer by Lomas calling, ‘Ready!’ from the entrance hall.
‘Thank you for the coffee,’ was all she said as she left, but Miss Keech only responded to this evasion with that surprising laugh once more.
Outside, Lomas, though not particularly tall, made a great business of folding himself into the Mini.
‘This is a most selfish kind of car for you to drive,’ he complained. ‘Can’t you afford something larger?’
‘I can’t afford this,’ said Lexie, accelerating to the forty m.p.h. which both her own caution and the car’s limitations dictated was the optimum maximum speed.
‘But your mad social life demands that you have wheels,’ mocked Lomas.
Lexie replied seriously, ‘The buses don’t run very late from town. And I like to get across to Leeds quite a lot.’
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