A clue: guess who.
The year has not been kind to her. No longer merely carrying a little extra weight. No sir. Didn’t recognise her as being the same Annette. Still aggressive, still playing games.
It was an odd night overall, really. Good looking-woman, face like a newsreader (felt like I recognised her from somewhere) wearing fitted clothes that felt like armour. And Ms blonde person. It’s all a bit of a blur, really.
Screw this. I should write some more about Eunice.