"Thanks for letting me stay at your home." Chris said. He looked around at what would be one of the best places he'd ever seen.
"Thanks." Molly told him. "I'll stay down here as I shouldn't go up stairs. You can have my room."
Chris didn't bother discussing it with her. "Can I use your phone?" He asked.
"Sure. It's in the kitchen." She said.
Chris was sure another of his colleagues could be reached. Old Tomlin's boys would be missing him, or so they were called.
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