This weeks words: purse, theatre, travesty
A nice cup of tea at my elbow, just the thing for a dirty stop out with a fractured memory.
Tea solved everything.
Clearly, me being a Detective at the moment was a travesty.
Jasper was rinsing out his mug in the sink, waiting for me to come around.
“I’ve got your purse,” he said. “You left it at the club.”
“Don’t worry, no warrant card,”
Thank fuck. The relief made me blush, stinging pink.
Jasper just laughed. “What made you get up on stage, Ellie? I thought you’d left aside childish dreams of the theatre?”