Real Women [antikvár]

Thecar hornsoundedagain, thistimewithanurgency that made Anna almost spill the contents of her handbag over the hallway table. 'Keep your bloody knickers on/ she said beneath her breath, checking herself one last time in the full' length mirror. Beep, beep. She took a deep breath, then, satisfied that no more could be done, turnéd and opened the door. Keys, bag, card, mobile'phone, she thought, running through the usual checklist in her mind as she went down the front steps to the gate. Behind her, back in the fiat, the house phone had started ringing. She turnéd, then, conscious of Mandy waiting in the car, hurried on, leaving it to the answerphone. 'About time,' Mandy said, leaning out of the driver's window of her white Escort XR3i. 4I said we'd be there by nine, and it's ten-to now.' Anna raised her eyebrows, surprised. She'd never thought of her friend as the sportscar type; Mandy had always seemed more of a Cortina or Cavalier person.