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Well, that's marvelous.

Well, I'm glad you're happy.

Have you been out and about yet?

- No. I'm just enjoying

the peace and quiet here.

- Good.

Yeah. So, when are

you thinking of coming?

Um, I don't know.

I'm not sure.

It... it depends on the work, you know.

Um, look, I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I've got another call coming through.

Now, you take care, and call me when you're

ready to read me something, all right?

- Right.

- Fine.

Good-bye, John.

You scared me!

Who are you? What are

you doing in my house?

Your house? This is my house!

I should be asking you.

- Are you English?

- That's correct.

I'm Sarah Morton. I'm a writer. And my

publisher, John Bosload, is letting me this house.

Ah. So you're Daddy's latest conquest.

You're his daughter?

So what? Didn't he warn you?

No, he didn't tell me you'd be coming.

I'm not surprised. Is he here?

No. I'm here on my own

and I'm here to work.

Maybe he'll come and visit.

I'm glad he's not here.

Are you going to be staying long?

I don't know. I don't

have much work these days.

So, which bedroom did you take?

- The one upstairs overlooking the pool.

- Of course.

That's the best one.

Well, I'm gonna unpack.

Sorry.

Hello. Leave your name, number

and any message you might have...

and I'll get right back to you.

Bastard! You could have told me your

daughter was coming to your bloody house.

How do you expect me to work now?

It's Sarah. Good-bye.

- I couldn't get through to London.

- Is there anything to eat?

Yes. Go and look for it in the kitchen.

Personally, I'm gonna go back to bed.

I have to work early in the morning.

Fine. Good night. Sarah, right?

Right.

I'm Julie.

You're not too hot?

Sorry. I woke you up.

No. I was just dozing.

You must be working too hard.

You should have a swim in the pool.

The water's cold. It'll wake you up.

Well, thank you for your advice, but

I absolutely loathe swimming pools.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I prefer the sea too.

The ocean. The crashing waves.

The feeling of danger. That you could

lose footing at any time and be swept away.

Pools are boring.

There's no excitement, no -

no feeling of infinity.

It's just a big bathtub.

It's more like a cesspool

of living bacteria.

Oh, that? No, it's just

a bit of dirt and leaves.

So, what are you writing?

A romance novel?

God, no. I write crime fiction.

Oh, yeah! That's how he makes his money.

And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful

house in France for his daughter to enjoy.

What about you?

Are your books selling well?

- I can't complain.

- What is this one about?

Murders and a police investigation.

In the Luberon with

rich English tourists.

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