Page 32 of Good Girl, Bad Blood

Well, we actually came back separately. I was driving so I didn’t drink, but some of our party who weren’t supposed to be drinking said they needed one after the memorial. I said I’d drop the Lowes and the Morgans home, so they could drink. Of course, that meant the car was full, but Arthur didn’t mind walking home; it isn’t far.

Pip:

What time did you leave the pub? Was this the King’s Head?

Joanna:

Yes. I think we all left just before eleven. Everyone was tired and it felt wrong staying out too late enjoying ourselves, after the memorial. The Lowes live in Prestwood, as you know, but the Morgans are out in Beaconsfield and, as Arthur says, I’m terrible for chatting, so I didn’t get back until quarter past twelve at least. Connor and Arthur were there, in bed. But no Jamie. I texted him before I went to sleep. Look, I’ll read out what I said.Going to bed now, sweetie, will you be home soon? xxThat was at 12:36. Look. It never delivered. It hasn’t gone through.

Pip:

It still hasn’t gone through?

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