“You’re what?” Susan shouted.
“I’m going to move in with Jake,” Claire repeated politely.
“That’s great!” Susan laughed. “He’s much nicer than...” She stopped when she noticed the look of anguish on Claire’s face. “What is it?”
Staring at her feet, she almost didn’t answer, but eventually she managed to murmur, “I...I’m going to sell the flat.”
“What?” she shrieked. “But what am I going to do? I doubt whoever buys it will want a tenant.”
“Well, I know someone who’s got a room for rent,” someone said behind them.
The two women span around to stare at Jake. “I wish you’d stop doing that,” Claire muttered grumpily.
“But it wouldn’t be such fun, if you didn’t mind,” he grinned. “Come on, I’ll take the two of you to lunch and you can meet Felix.”
“Who?” Susan asked.
“My friend with the spare room,” he laughed, ushering them out of the door.
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