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precisely four ounces of salad and eight of protein. And make sure you wipe the leaves on a paper towel. Residual water buggers up the weight reading. Remember, my lettuce needs to be more than just green. It should be positively emerald, darling. If the canteen have only got that pale, limp stuff, then jump in a cab and pop up to Planet Organic.’
    The moment Plum shut the door, Naomi dived into her Il Bisonte briefcase and began hunting for a Wagon Wheel. If she couldn’t have bacon she would make do with chocolate. Rummaging furiously among the letters, documents and folders, all she could find were two Clubs, a couple of Penguins and a Walnut Whip. She couldn’t make up her mind between a mint-flavoured Club and the Walnut Whip. She had just decided to sod it and have both when the phone started ringing. She left it for a few seconds while she ripped into the plastic Walnut Whip wrapper with her teeth. Then, with the piece of swirly chocolate on one hand, she picked up the receiver.
    â€˜Beverley!’ Naomi exclaimed, her voice meandering from falsetto to contralto between one end of her sister’s name and the other. ‘Darling, it really is wonderful to hear from you after all this time. So, you got my letter.’
    As Beverley spoke, Naomi brought the narrow end of the Walnut Whip slowly towards her mouth, clamped her teeth around it, paused for a second or so and decapitated it.

Chapter 3
    â€˜So,’ Naomi said warmly, breaking yet another awkward telephone silence, ‘how are you? I mean how are you really ? Are things still difficult - you know - money-wise?’
    â€˜Oh, you know. In the midst of life we are in debt,’ Beverley said breezily.
    â€˜God, really? Is it that bad?’ Naomi said, her voice full of concern.
    â€˜No. I’m exaggerating,’ Beverley laughed. ‘We’re doing OK. Honest.’ Having found out that Naomi had just bought a three-quarters-of-a-million-pound flat in Holland Park (‘Complete wreck, of course. Daren’t tell you what I’ve spent on it’), she was blowed if she was about to come across as a complete charity case.
    â€˜In fact,’ she went on, ‘things are really starting to look up. It’s all a bit hush-hush at the moment, but Mel’s just pulled off this amazing import deal with the Koreans.’
    â€˜Oh, fabulous, I’m so delighted,’ Naomi said. ‘Let’s just hope it’s more successful than the homeopathic-sticking-plasters-that-didn’t-stick fiasco.’
    â€˜Oh, God, that was yonks ago,’ Beverley said, trying to convince herself as much as her sister. ‘I don’t think he’d make a mistake like that again... Look, Nay, it was really good to get your letter. I’ve missed you.’
    â€˜Yeah, me too.’
    â€˜I meant to pick up the phone so many times, but there was just so much, you know, water under the bridge, and I didn’t know what to...’
    â€˜I know. You don’t have to explain. Look, Bev, I’m truly sorry for the rotten things I said. You must hate me.’
    â€˜Don’t be daft,’ Beverley said. ‘I was angry, but I never hated you.’
    â€˜So, do you forgive me?’
    Beverley didn’t hesitate.
    â€˜â€™Course I do,’ she said kindly.
    â€˜Bev, I can’t tell you how happy that makes me,’ Naomi said, sounding close to tears. ‘Listen, I’d really like us to meet. We’ve got so much to catch up on. Plus there’s something really major I need to discuss with you.’
    â€˜Sounds ominous... Oh God, Nay, you’re not ill or anything, are you?’
    â€˜No, no, I’m fine. It’s nothing like that. Promise. Look, I don’t want to talk about it over the phone. How about meeting for lunch?’
    â€˜Great. When?’ Beverley reached across the worktop for her diary.
    â€˜What about one day next week. Say,