Well,’ said Deepak, watching Helen Hibbert leave, ‘she’s looking pleased with herself.’
Helen Hibbert got into a taxi. She had almost skipped towards it, grinning.
‘Doesn’t she, though?’ said Jessie. ‘Wonder what all that was about.’
Deepak had his hand on the door handle. ‘Let’s find out, shall we?’
‘Yes,’ said Jessie, getting out the other side, ‘let’s.’
They walked up to the gate.
Jessie’s headache, like the fog, had just about disappeared.