“So, Jeremy, you mentioned a fundraiser?”
“Indeed. We need a new roof.”
“And you’re offering…?”
“Why don’t you show them, darling?”
A short pause.
“Oh, my!”
“Ah, yes, very nice!”
“Splendid, splendid!”
“Spectacular…”
“Absolutely stunning globes, my dear!”
“And what, exactly, can we…?”
“I’m sure you can think of something to do with them – just use your imagination.”
“Oh, I am, I am…”
“Really? Anything goes?”
“Absolutely. Shall we start the bidding at – £500?”
“£750!”
“£1,000!”
“£2,000!”
“Fifty thousand pounds.”
“What!?”
Silence filled the room.
“It looks like congratulations are in order, Lady Crenshaw. She’s all yours…”
