Just because you don't like fish.Just because you don't like fish..." "I LIKE fish," retorted Flora, "I just don't like what THEY did to it. I mean, vinegar? Eeew." She took a break from her reading to stick her tongue out petulantly at a passing gent who was admiring the view. It was not surprising, considering Flora's outfit- even in Carnaby Street, where punks and art-school types seemed to abound. "What do you mean, you're supposed to LIKE the vinegar. YOU'RE a Brit. It's been what, twenty-four hours? And already your accent is thickening like yesterday's chowder." He smiled at his little witticism, but pecked Flora on the cheek to take the sting from his words. She grinned and appeared ready with a riposte, when something caught her attention over Jason's shoulder. "Mandy! Over here!" She shouted over the din of the tourist crowd and the traffic. Mandy hurried up to them, loaded down with shopping bags. Looking quite fashionable in her shiny black mackintosh and calf-high boots, she was far better prepared for the threatening sky than either Jason or Flora. |