Shirley stared, too. “She is probably well over 40. But you know these filthy rich and their access to the best of trainers...”
Mary looked anxiously at the lower deck, hoping the two women did not recognize her. She adjusted her expensive mink coat. She had saved every penny and waited 350 days for these brief moments of joy. Her phone buzzed; it was her employer.
“Emergency! Jason has a runny nose and Jemma wakes at midnight. When will you return?”
Mary sighed. These filthy rich!