gh the final selection of twenty girls that hadbeen whittled down from the nine thousand who hadentered the model competition. 'Under the circumstances. Doyou want to leave a message?'Octavia remembered Mrs David now from the AGM, atall, slim, exhausted-looking woman, pretty in a fadedblonde way, whose ten-year-old child was in a wheelchair. The car beside her in the queue held a largefamily, with a baby of about Minty's age: they all looked ather and smiled.
I suppose shethought Emerald was smarter. Good night,darling one, give Mummy a kiss . ''I hope so. 'What?''I'm not.
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