"I should get you a drink." Bridie, in her tailored trouser suit, would naturally be expected to pay at the bar for Julia, in her fox-fur coat, silk blouse and knee-length skirt, no matter the disparity in their relative incomes. Did Julia have an income, though? Or had she left that behind with the husband she had evidently walked out on? Surely she couldn't have had all those clothes delivered to Edward's house and not given any thought to how she was going to feed and accommodate herself, once the novelty of her arrival wore off? Bridie and Nicky had arrived in London with nothing, but at least they'd had a plan from the start.
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