“Lovesick Fool’s Hotline.” “Ha ha,” I say, dryly. “Landed safe. All okay at home?” “Yeah. Charlotte has made a key ring for Ophelia.” A wolfish grin spreads across my face as I turn left. “You know, I could still mess this up with her.” “Get her a Birkin. Can she drive? Get her an Audi.” “She can’t drive, and she won’t know what a Birkin is.”
