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Plus -- just a very small point -- I still don’t have any clothes

I’ve already secretly rung down to reception three times about my Special Express (Once while Luke was in the shower, once while I was in the shower -- from the posh bathroom phone -- and once very quickly when I sent Luke into the corridor because I said I heard a cat )

And it hasn’t arrived I have nil clothes Nada

Which hasn’taround in bed But I can’t possibly eat any more croissants or drink any more coffee, nor can I have another shower, and Luke’s half-dressed already

I’ain Which is really hideous, but what else can I do? I’ll just pretend I’m sentimental about them, or maybe hope I can slip them on and Luke won’t even realize Ion a minute Where are yesterday’s clothes? I’m sure I dropped them just there on the floor…

"Luke?" I say, as casually as possible "Have you seen the clothes I earing yesterday?"

"Oh yes," he says, glancing up fro, along with my stuff"

I stare at him, unable to breathe

My only clothes in the whole world have gone to the laundry?

"When… ill they be back?" I say at last

"To" Luke turns to look at me "Sorry, I should have said But it’s not a problem, is it? I mean, I don’t think you have to worry They do an excellent job"

"Oh no!" I say in a high, brittle voice "No, I’m not worried!"

"Good," he says, and s to do?