Graeme found the right room.
He always attended. He’d been called, after all.
Annabel’s cyclamen beanie matched her top. Her smile encouraged.
Her eyes appraised.
“I had Tony O’Brien in earlier,” she began.
Graeme raised his eyebrows. O’Brien was hard core.
He ran a finger inside his collar.
“Apparently, he thinks ‘Dancing Queen’ is vulgar.”
She coughed drily.
“You’d do ‘Dancing Queen’, wouldn’t you?”
“If that’s what you’d like, Annabel, that’s what you shall have.”
“As the coffin recedes?”
“It’s a grand idea,” he said softly.
“Oh, good.”
Tubing tightened as she extended her hand.
“You’ve got the gig then.”
He always attended. He’d been called, after all.
Annabel’s cyclamen beanie matched her top. Her smile encouraged.
Her eyes appraised.
“I had Tony O’Brien in earlier,” she began.
Graeme raised his eyebrows. O’Brien was hard core.
He ran a finger inside his collar.
“Apparently, he thinks ‘Dancing Queen’ is vulgar.”
She coughed drily.
“You’d do ‘Dancing Queen’, wouldn’t you?”
“If that’s what you’d like, Annabel, that’s what you shall have.”
“As the coffin recedes?”
“It’s a grand idea,” he said softly.
“Oh, good.”
Tubing tightened as she extended her hand.
“You’ve got the gig then.”
