265 words today. I decided to jump a bit further back in the story and give you all a bit more background...
'Really,' Emma said, 'I ought to let Jay tell you himself. But this is the favour I'm doing Jay.'
'What, letting him drive the bus?' It still seemed to me that the favour-doing was all on Jay's side.
Emma's eyes were dancing. 'He's got his own reasons for wanting to go to Leicester.'
'Oh,' I said, disappointed by the sordidness of the world. 'Dan? We go filming, and Jay has a dirty weekend away?'
'God, Phyl,' Helen said, 'you have such a dirty mind. He's eloping.'
The bus lurched over a pothole. I slid forwards and grabbed the armrest to steady myself. 'You're kidding.' I looked at Emma, being the more reliable of the two Ackerleys.
'No,' she said. 'I'm not kidding. He's going to marry Dan, and we're going to be there.'
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on 2015-06-09 08:08 pm (UTC)'Really,' Emma said, 'I ought to let Jay tell you himself. But this is the favour I'm doing Jay.'
'What, letting him drive the bus?' It still seemed to me that the favour-doing was all on Jay's side.
Emma's eyes were dancing. 'He's got his own reasons for wanting to go to Leicester.'
'Oh,' I said, disappointed by the sordidness of the world. 'Dan? We go filming, and Jay has a dirty weekend away?'
'God, Phyl,' Helen said, 'you have such a dirty mind. He's eloping.'
The bus lurched over a pothole. I slid forwards and grabbed the armrest to steady myself. 'You're kidding.' I looked at Emma, being the more reliable of the two Ackerleys.
'No,' she said. 'I'm not kidding. He's going to marry Dan, and we're going to be there.'