The Mistress of His Manor

Jo got up early next morning, feeling like death warmed up. Her bathroom mirror confirmed that she looked like it. After a shower followed by hot coffee there was slight improvement, but Sunday lunch at Mill House was a prospect she just couldn’t face for once.

‘I’ve got the sniffles, Kate,’ she fibbed. ‘So I won’t come round for lunch. A cold is the last thing you need right now.’

‘Oh, darling, what bad luck. How did it go last night?’

‘Very well,’ lied Jo. ‘My date was impressed. Molly was on top form.’

‘Good. But I hate to think of you alone and sneezing today,’ said Kate, sounding worried.

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