Inferencing · Level 3

Ginny being late was no surprise to Frank. He just wished he hadn't mentioned it. Now he was standing outside with two movie tickets and no-one to go in with.

"Is that what you're wearing to the disco?" he gasped.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" she demanded to know.

"Nothing," he mumbled.

Zoe awoke with a start. On the chair, the clock was flashing 5:30 brightly, greenly, in case it should be somehow overlooked. She reached over and turned it face down.

'Too early,' said the overworked part of her brain. 'Important to get up immediately,' said another, more urgent, and as it turned out, more convincing part.

Leaning over, she dragged her slippers out from under the bed. She shivered as she put on the robe that been hanging on the door. Awake now, she padded carefully along the hallway, past the other bedrooms, and made her way to the-spare room.

Here, in this little room at the back of the house, Zoe spent most of her spare time. She had lately discovered that she had a talent for clothing design and was gaining an increasing clientele who could depend on her being original, meticulous and reliable. Zoe was relieved to have the money. Getting through university hadn't been easy for her up until now.

Her assignment had been completed just four hours ago and now a still tired Zoe turned her full concentration to Roberta's frustrating request.

Roberta had decided that the extensive lace trim on her wedding dress no longer pleased her, and at the last minute had come to Zoe, confidently expecting the alterations to be completed in time for the mid-morning ceremony.