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‘We missed you on Saturday night.’

Tash tore her eyes away from the computer screen where she was updating the agency’s website and glanced up at Emma in surprise. It was Monday morning and, after a quiet weekend at home insisted upon by Adrian, she was fully recovered. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, I assume you were still too poorly to come but thought you might have rung me back. We’d arranged to go out to Laughsinnit, remember?’ Laughsinnit was the new open mic comedy slot at the Regent, Berecombe’s little theatre.

Tash pushed her chair away from her computer and looked blank. Her heart began to pound. Was this something else she had forgotten? She put a thumb to her temple and massaged. Was she going mad? Having a breakdown? She had been working too hard for months now, probably because, as Emma had said, Pete’s promotion had left them short-handed. ‘I don’t remember.’

‘I rang you on Saturday morning,’ Emma explained impatiently. ‘I mean, fair enough, it was all a bit last minute, but I thought it was just your sort of thing. Millie mentioned it at training, which you also missed. Honestly Tash we hardly see you these days. Amy came along, Millie and Jed were there and Kit tagged along too. He said he’d hoped to see you,’ she added meaningfully. ‘It was brilliant fun. Why didn’t you want to come?’

‘I didn’t know about it! Did you ring the mobile or the landline?’

‘Your mobile was dead, so I left a message on the landline. Didn’t you get it?’

‘No.’ Tash thought quickly. She’d slept in on Saturday morning and Adrian had gone to get the papers but they had an answerphone. ‘Maybe the phone’s not working properly. It goes through phases like that. I’ve missed one or two messages from Mum as well. I’ll get Ade to have a look at it. He normally fixes it.’

Emma gave her an odd look. ‘Well, shame you missed out, it was a good night. They’re doing them monthly though so maybe you can come for September’s?’

‘I’d like that.’ Tash smiled. She felt her well-ordered, efficient life was being eaten away at the edges. She hated this sense of losing control.

‘Training tonight. You going to come? Feeling up to it?’

Tash nodded and then picked up the ringing phone. ‘Good morning, Hughes and Widrow Estate Agents. Tash speaking, how may I help you?’ She took a deep breath. ‘Ah, hello Mrs Morrison.’