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"Jess… this is for you," I say, pulling it out "I caive it to you"

I hand Jess the little blue bag Slowly she unties it and tips the silver Tiffany bean with its thin chain out onto her hand

"It’s a necklace," I explain "I’ve got the same one -- look"

"Becky" Jess looks stunned "It’s… it’s really…"

For an awfulto say unsuitable or inappropriate

"Fab," she says at last "It’s fab I love it Thank you"

She fastens the chain around her neck and I survey her with delight It really suits her! What’s a bit weird, though, is that soed shape Almost as if…

"Oh !"

"No, I’ to stop -- but she can’t Her ser the bean

"Yes, you are!" I can’t help laughing "You so are! I’ve found your weak point You are a Tiffany girl at heart"

"No, I’m not!"

"You are! I knew it! You know, Jess--"

But whatever I was about to say is drowned out by the howling wind, as, with no warning, the gale whips up one entire side of the tent

"Ohrain lands in my face "Ohthe flapping canvas down again and desperately trying to anchor it, but with another huge gust it blows right out of her grasp It billows like a sailing ship, then disappears down theto do now?" I have to shout just to be heard above the noise

"Jesus Christ" She rubs rain off her face "OK We have to find shelter Can you get up?"

She helpsout My ankle is total agony