'You’re coming home for Christmas? Fantastic! We’ll have to get together. You’ll have to come over for a meal.' Izzy Reynolds injected a note of false gaiety into her voice as she spoke to Mari Clancy, an old school friend who was ringing from Dubai. ‘Is Brett coming with you?’ ‘Er… no, not this year. Things are a bit crazy at work and he can’t take time off.’ Mari sounded glum. Share Go To ‘Oh… poor Brett,’ Izzy sympathised, privately relieved that the wealthy consultant wouldn’t be around to patronise her and Bill with his boastful tales of life in the Emirates. ‘So, look, how about the day after Stephen’s Day? You know the way the diary fills up, and Mam will have me doing the rounds like...
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