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‘Twenty-four. And a half.’ Janice smiled knowingly. ‘But six months is plenty of time when the right man is available.’
‘Nigel Wesley’s available,’ Jennifer said with a straight face. ‘Go for it, Janice.’
‘Hmm.’ Janice appeared to give the option due consideration. ‘Well, he’s older and quite successful. And he is a doctor, but he doesn’t quite make the grade. Unfortunately, I can’t stand facial hair.’ Janice’s shudder was beautifully done.
‘What poor victim did you have in mind, then?’ Jennifer demanded. Her glance towards Amy suggested that it had better not be Noel Fenton.
‘Not telling.’ Janice smiled. She shook the wings of black hair away from her face and glanced at the clock. ‘Time for work,’ she announced cheerfully.
Jennifer scowled at Janice’s back as she left. ‘Who’s she working on? That’s what I’d like to know.’
As though in answer to her question, another figure appeared in the staffroom doorway.
‘Hi, Tom.’ Jennifer’s greeting was warm. ‘How’s the first day going?’
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