“He said the Prefects should all go and fuck themselves.” She stared at me for a moment, not quite believing what I had just said, while Jane giggled audibly. Bunty looked at her, then back to me, then went bright red, like a radish. “Outrageous. How dare you. That is the second most forbidden of words and—” “It was a last word message, Bunty. I was honour bound to deliver it. Would you have me deny the final wishes of a respected member of the community, and the driving force of East Carmine’s one-person chutney industry?
