The jangle of keys had announced her arrival, and soon she was noisily rifling through their kitchen drawer.
“Can you believe Sarah’s lost her corkscrew?”
Kimberley had quipped she couldn’t believe Sarah had just the one.
But her darting gaze was not lost on Nadine.
“Sorry, I’m interrupting,” she’d arched her eyebrow knowingly, her finger
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