Where: Emmโs flat Who: Emm & @arabellafiqqโ
She might have told a slight mistruth in her letter to Arabella, saying that she was worried about her cat. It was true Babur had been limping since that morning but Emmeline would normally give it another day or two in case he had just stepped on something and was feeling tender. Really, she wanted to see how Arabella was doing but she had never been the mother hen type and didnโt feel she could start with somebody older than her, especially when a big part of the urge came down to her guilt over not touching base sooner. โHey,โ she said, opening the door. โThanks for coming. Do you want something to drink?โ As she walked through to the living room, she clicked her tongue at Babur, hoping he might move off his spot in the middle of the sofa, in just the right place to ensure nobody else could sit there comfortably, but he barely responded beyond a twitch of the ear. โYou can move him but itโs his front right paw that Iโm worried about. Heโs not stepping on it properly.โ
