‘I thought you said it was working.’

‘Well, it is!’

‘You call this “working”?’

‘I knew – I just knew – we should never have spilt the beans to Mr Szabo like that. It’s all your bloody fault, Frederick Dawson May of the Yard. The back yard more like!’

Freddie May had never heard Vanessa swear before. He hated swearing to the point where he would put his hands over his ears and shout and scream stop! That would do no good now though. In any case, he had grown up; he had accepted that he was neuro-diverse; he knew how to cope with it. And shouting at people who swore was one thing he knew not to do.

He looked at Camilla in the hope that she might support him, or at least say a kind word or...

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