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Notting Hill in the Snow
JULES WAKE
One More Chapter
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Source ISBN: 9780008354817
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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