"Oh yes!" Ana said as she started the tedious task of washing the stickiness from her. "And I'm so sorry, I adore you but I'm afraid I'm sticking you with a horrific job. I have so much to tell you." She took a deep breath. "Trevor and I are going ahead with the divorce, which means I had to move out. Gavin, ahem, came with me and we were staying in a hotel for a week, but after talking to Ms. Vale I convinced her to let us have an old staff apartment that wasn't fit to rent. And oh Charlie, it's a mess. I've done everything I can cleaning wise, but the smell and the conditions..." she shuddered. "I'm of no use when it comes to the handymanning sort of thing and neither is Gavin, poor baby."