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‘I thought I saw…’
She trailed off. The coffee machine gave a loud beep, jetting boiling mud-colour liquid into the cup below the nozzle and Jeanette risked a glance at the woman at her side who had just spoken. Bowed head, face nearly hidden by frosted blonde hair, but the eyes still peering through in hopeful entreaty: Ask me what I thought I saw.
