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I feel like banging ainst the , to make all the pieces fall into place But since at this veryin a plushy chauffeur-driven liet this far has been a total hassle I don’t want to jeopardize things

I’ve never phoned up Uncle Bill in et in touch with him (Obviously I couldn’t ask Mum and Dad, or they’d want to knohy I needed to see Uncle Bill and why had I been visiting Sadie’s nursing ho Lingtons head office, eventually persuaded soh to one of the assistants, and asked if I could make an appointment to see Uncle Bill

It was as if I’d asked to see the president Within the hour, about six assistants started sendingthe location, organizing a car, askingwhat Lingtons beverage I’d prefer in the car…

All for a ten-

The car is pretty rock-star, I have to ad each other and a TV, and a chilled strawberry s for rateful, except that Dad once said Uncle Bill always sends cars for people so that the ain

“Williahtfully fro to those boys in my will”

“Oh, right” I nod “Yes, I think I heard that”

“Well, I hope they were grateful There must have been a fair amount”

“Loads!” I lie hastily, re a conversation I once heard between Mu ed up by the nursing-home fees, but Sadie wouldn’t want to hear that “And they were really thrilled”

“So they should be” She sits back in satisfaction A moment later the car pulls off the road and approaches a pair of enoruard approaches, Sadie peers past me at the mansion

“Goodness” She looks ata joke “That’s a rather large house How on earth did he become so rich?”

“I told you,” I say under ive uard, and they confer as though I’m some sort of terrorist

“You said he ran coffee shops” Sadie wrinkles her nose