Up the steps and home, that's all she wants for now. Inside the flat, she picks up the mail and breathes in the stale air. Then she opens a window. And nothing from him, thank heavens. Or from him.
Bedrooms are what a hotel is for.
Julie Murton has known this for years, and the thought occurred to her again this morning, as she awoke alone in her double bed at the top of the hotel. Well, Julie knew what they got up to. The evidence was plain enough. She brews a full pot in the machine, as Fiona and Martha are coming round any minute for another natter. She's known the pair of them for years, on and off, but it takes a crisis to discover your true friends.