Do you remember when that policeman came into the pub, and got mistaken for a male stripper?’ said Stella, smiling.
I pulled a face to give the impression that I was concentrating hard to recall the occasion, but nothing about policemen or strippers leapt immediately to mind. ‘Are you sure I was there?’
‘Of course you were there. You were the only one who thought he was an actual policeman. What an evening that was.’
‘Yes,’ I said, rather limply.
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