Livia’s fictitious appointment had been simply an excuse for why she was up in London, but it could also indicate that she might be preoccupied right now.
“Enough about me,” she said, “I wonder how poor Marcia is coping with Mr Grouch?”
“Mr Grouch?” asked Sofia more naively than might be expected. “Is that her bit on the side?”
“Haha!” laughed Livia. “I meant Tony... how fascinating... Marcia’s got another man eh?”
“Wouldn’t put it past her. Wouldn’t blame her either. There’s nothing going on with Tony!”
“I wonder who he is.”
“West Ham United maybe?”
Lunch erupted into laughter.