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[Apr. 5th, 2009|08:57 pm] |
*having arrived in Vinyamar, is on the phone to (the real) Beryl Estes* No, no, I can't apologise enough. Oh, you're too kind. [...] Yes, it could happen to anyone. It's just so unfortunate. *with a light laugh* No, no, I think it will be a lesson to us all: Never eat seafood on a plane, even in first class. [...] Oh, no. I'm sure we'll be fine without a doctor. I rather think I got off lightly. I didn't much like the look of the prawns. [...]I will. [...] Yes, I will. He'll be delighted and honoured, I'm sure. Yes, you can quote me on that.[...] [...] Many thanks.
*hangs up and mutters* Eru, does that woman ever shut up? *smooths down her hair and walks through the hotel suite living area into her son's room, rapping sharply on the door on her way in, frowning at the blazing lights and drawn curtains* Eru. What a state. |
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