Authors: M.C. Beaton
‘He did?’ Effy released Amy’s hand and patted her silvery hair.
‘You’re an awful old rip, Effy,’ said Amy Tribble.
Effy giggled. ‘And I will tell you something, sister. I think Mr Haddon’s in love with you. There!’
A sort of radiance illuminated Amy’s plain face. ‘Hey, here’s the champagne. Call the staff in, Harris. Give them all a glass. A celebration.’
‘May I ask the nature of the celebration?’ asked Harris.
‘Life!’ said Amy Tribble. ‘There’s life in the old dogs yet. Or should I say bitches?’
‘Oh,
Amy
,’ admonished her exasperated sister.