“From who?” I ignored her, but she wouldn’t give up. “Whoever it is, can you tell them to have a word with Will Stokes about appropriate gifts. After the disastrous Halloween party, Will showed up at our door. When I opened it, he said, “Sorry I fucked up.” and thrust a pair of swimming armbands at me. The guy thought taking the piss out of the fact we can’t swim would win him points.” She shrugged as I tried to stifle a laugh. “It’s fine, though. I invited him in, made him a coffee. Might’ve added some of mum’s laxatives, and funnily enough, he didn’t stay for very long.”
