C90 A Night of False Comfort

I forced a grin, looking to seem as though nothing had gone amiss. “It became correct,” I responded, putting my bag down on the nearest chair. “Just what I wished.”

Richard, who had been flipping through a newspaper, regarded up and gave me a nod. “Glad to pay attention to it. Did you meet up with the one's university pals of yours?”

“Yes,” I lied easily