The Ex-Prime Minister - Chapter Six by Andrew Crofts
This is the sixth episode in our monthly saga of power and incompetence Becky had been watching the convoy of Land Rovers return from the bedroom window. The shooting party was deposited back at the house and made their way in to change for dinner. “They’re back,” she said, without turning. “Really? Crikey!” Teddy sprang out of bed, yanking his loudly striped pajamas back up as he stumbled his way out of the room. There would have been a time when the sheer slapstick of his exit would have made her laugh, but today it merely made her sigh. The joke had grown so old. She sat down at her dressing table and took a long look at herself in the mirror. Her phone buzzed on the glass surface beside her elbow. “Hi Darling,” she said once she had ascertained it was who she hoped. “Thanks for calling back.” “I gather you’ve got Teddy and his latest squeeze down for the weekend,” Phillipa said. Becky allowed a throaty chuckle to escape her. If anyone understood her predicament, i...