Eighty minutes. Right. She tapped her fingers on the table (she was standing in the hall, rather than talking in the sitting room) thoughtfully, then dialled another number after looking it up in the tenant's directory.
"Hi, is that Sasha? It's Bethan. I was wondering if I could ask for a favour. . ."
She didn't know the younger Mrs Temminck very well, but they'd talked a few times over the course of her pregnancy and more frequently since little Morgan had been born. She had a feeling that Sasha would be understanding - and she was right. Rather than sleeping in her spare room, Rahul was going to the Temminck penthouse for the night. Hopefully, he would think it was fun.
Heading back into the sitting room, she turned off the television - the credits were just scrolling up the screen - and grinned at Rahul.
"How would you like to sleep in one of the big apartments at the top of the building tonight?" She asked.