'What are you sweating over that for?' Doreen lounged onmy bed in a peach silk dressing-gown, filing her long, nicotine-yellownails with an emery board, while I typed up the draft ofan interview with a best-selling novelist.
'What are you sweating over that for?' Doreen lounged onmy bed in a peach silk dressing-gown, filing her long, nicotine-yellownails with an emery board, while I typed up the draft ofan interview with a best-selling novelist.