Nell: Emergency meeting downstairs. Chop chop.
Me: But it’s the weekend, Nell. Can’t I have a slow start to the day?
Nell: David can only save the Yellow Chair for so long.
Me: I don’t sit in the Yellow Chair.
Nell: It’s not all about you, you know.
Me: Have I got time to shower?
Nell: No. Slippers and dressing gown will do. Time is of the essence.
Me: Why did you make me rush like that? Nobody else is here and Dave’s fast asleep.
Nell: Nonsense. He’s simply lulling Beaumarchais into a false sense of security.
Me: You do know Beaumarchais is a Stuffed Tiger, don’t you?
Nell: His accomplice could be anywhere.
Me: Where’s everyone else?
Nell: Finishing their first breakfast. Soft boiled eggs and soldiers. They’ll be in soon.
Me: I’m surprised Dave isn’t with them. He’s partial to a soft boiled egg.
Nell: David had an early first breakfast before he went on duty.
Me: Poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. No wonder he’s asleep. The waiting for second breakfast must seem ever so long.
Nell: Needs must. Now, you’re probably wondering what this emergency meeting is all about.
Me: I am.
Nell: I’m afraid evidence is mounting against Kev and an imminent arrest is in the offing.
Me: But Kev hasn’t done anything.
Nell: Witnesses put him at the scene of the crime.
Me: He lives here.
Nell: And Kev is known for liking a double cuff shirt.
Me: So?
Nell: Worn with cufflinks.
Me: We can’t let him be arrested, Nell.
Nell: Quite. He’s going to have to go into hiding.
Me: Where?
Nell: I’m not telling you. You overshare.
Me: My readers won’t say anything.
Nell: Information can only be imparted on a need to know basis.
Me: Well, I need to know. Sorry.
