Me: Where are you? I went downstairs to get a cup of tea and found the puppies hiding under the kitchen table.
Nell: I told them to keep out of your way.
Me: Why?
Nell: Because I didn’t want you to try and stop me.
Me: Stop you from what?
Nell: Going to Paris, of course.
Me: Going to Paris?
Nell: You’re doing that repeating thing again. You know how it annoys me.
Me: Are you trying to tell me that you’re on your way to Paris?
Nell: Stop shouting. I’m in one of those quiet carriages and not supposed to be chatting on my iBone.
Me: Are you on a train?
Nell: Of course I’m on a train. A horse drawn carriage would take days and I’m not even sure they’re allowed on boats.
Me: Very funny.
Nell: All things considered, I should be in Paris by the afternoon.
Me: What things need to be considered?
Nell: Connections, delays. That sort of thing.
Me: Does Knitwear Wolf even know you’re coming?
Nell: Obviously. We’ve been texting ever since Sally told me he was in danger.
Me: You never told me.
Nell: I’m afraid you’re too much of a blabbermouth and I needed to keep things under my hat.
Me: Are you wearing a hat?
Nell: Of course. The Cat found me a rather attractive beret which goes perfectly with my sunglasses and trench coat.
Me: It’s February so I understand the trench coat, but you don’t need sunglasses. Especially in a train.
Nell: I am undercover.
Me: I give up.
Nell: Good. Maybe I can get back to my book now. I’ve just got to the exciting part.
Me: Promise me you’ll keep in touch.
Nell: I will. Try not to worry.
Me: Far too late for that. Sorry.
