10
Blue was in at eight the next morning. He’d arranged to meet Vunsells at eight thirty in the canteen, where there was plenty room. They sat themselves at opposite ends of a corner table, with coffee and bacon rolls. They each had their copies of Charlotte’s book. Blue asked Vunsells what she thought. She said she’d rather hear what he had to say first.
“Okay,” he began, “First of all, it’s not very long. Just ten sheets. Nineteen pages of text.”