An undertaker?

Wasn't that going a little far?

Clunking down the steps two at a time into the bustling street-no mean feat with Gabe's shoes falling off her feet and these spectacles blurring her vision-it seemed this couldn't have gone more wrong if she'd pulled off the jacket in the center of the hall and shouted, I am a woman! But she would sort it.

"Splen..." Gabe's maroon necktie bobbed into view.

"The damn cheek of him. I mean, did you just hear ...