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Notting Hill in the Snow. Jules Wake
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isbn 9780008354800
Автор произведения Jules Wake
Жанр Хобби, Ремесла
Издательство HarperCollins
Notting Hill in the Snow
JULES WAKE
One More Chapter
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Jules Wake 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008354817
Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008354800
Version: 2019-10-04
For my home stars, Nick, Ellie & Matt, all so talented, you never fail to inspire me. x
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Footnote
‘Do you have to bring that thing on here at this time of day?’ snapped the woman, whipping round to look at me, her spiky, spider leg mascaraed eyes shooting sheer poison as everyone on the platform at Notting Hill Gate surged forward when the tube doors opened. ‘Bloody inconsiderate.’ I think there might have been an F-word in there as well but I didn’t quite catch it.
Taken aback by her hostility, all I could mutter was a hasty, ‘Sorry,’ as she gave me another outraged glare.
This time my apologetic smile was tinged with a hey-lady-I-have-to-get-to-work-too shrug. Travelling with a violin case (actually it’s a viola but everyone assumes) can make you unpopular in rush hour, which is why most of the time I do my best to avoid it.
Conscious of all eyes on me, almost siding with the woman who was still muttering about it being a disgrace, I clutched the case to my chest, trying to take up as little space as possible. Even though my nose was squashed up against it, she still tutted. Then she tossed her hair, saying in a loud voice, ‘This is ridiculous,’