Angeline liked Rosamund Bones. She truly, truly did, however no amount of liking a person could allow her to overlook somebody being quite so slovenly with their tea. They were in public! And true Miss MacFusty hardly counted as civilised company but Angel had hoped that despite her profession Miss Bones had managed to inherit some of the grace exuded by her grandmother.

She had been willing to make conversation despite the possibility that she might be seen and this was how the world had repaid her!

"I doubt that will happen as long as there is ample fuel to feed the fire of social failure," she replied sharply, getting to her feet. "If you'll excuse me, I must be getting on. They will be wondering where I am."

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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set