What Happened

She slings them onto the floor and fag in mouth starts to rummage in her bag. She immediately encounters Amandes newspaper which she must have absentmindedly picked up in the studio. The newspaper is folded back to reveal a half complete crossword. "This she thinks. would be the lamest of all lame excuses But nevertheless she allows herself to daydream. She would phone him casually. " I picked up your newspaper by mistake and noticed you hadn't completed the crossword she would casually muse "I thought you might have liked to complete it, and since it takes so little effort to make a phone call, but if it doesn't matter I'll throw it out, by the way how did you think the shoot went? Lame lame lame! Pathetically lame! Two brandies later and a few rehearsals, she picks up the phone.