Page 68 of The Good Neighbour

“When Winston left, I never expected to smile again,” he said, a little choked up. “Thank you for being so wonderful.”

Mrs Wimpole winked. “Life never remains bad forever. It feels like it sometimes. Hold firm, Joshua. You’ll see.”

The bathroom door opened with a bang and Jean-Paul marched out.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Are you ready?”

Martha and Sidney dashed over to get a better view. The light was flooding through the skylights. Mrs Wimpole took his hand and squeezed it.

“We certainly are,” Josh said.

Hugh came out in the suit. Of course, without a wig and full face of makeup, the whole vibe wasn’t complete. Even so, Josh gasped.

“Oh my goodness,” Mrs Wimpole exclaimed. “It’s a perfect fit.”

She went over and inspected from all angles as Hugh did a little pirouette. He positively beamed.

“Do you like it?” Josh said, walking over.

“Are you kidding me?” Hugh replied. “I love it. I think Mrs Wimpole may have been right. I’ve been a fool not letting you help.”

Josh reached across and took his hand. He kissed the back of it.

“Does that mean I may get some commissions in the future?”

Hugh raised an eyebrow. “I can’t afford your prices.”

Mrs Wimpole had been inspecting the seam on the skirt. She popped her head up.

“I’m sure you will find ways to pay.”

They all gasped.

“Mrs Wimpole!” the Professor exclaimed.

After getting to her feet, Mrs Wimpole straightened her dress.

“Now did I hear someone say a night out might be in order?” she asked. “I may not be ready for Heaven but I think we could probably find a decent bottle of fizz in Club C.”

Josh was lost for words.

“If you’re sure?”

She turned to Martha and Sidney. “You won’t be members I dare say but don’t worry, I have connections.”

With that she took the Professor’s arm.

“We’ll catch you up,” Hugh said. “I don’t think Rodrigo will let me in like this.”

After Mrs Wimpole had frog marched her little tribe out of the studio, Josh took Hugh in his arms.

“You look sensational.”

They kissed. Josh thought his heart might burst out of his chest.

“Thank you,” Hugh said. “I can’t wait to get the full slap and wig on. You really are a genius.”

Josh kissed his forehead. “I’m your genius.”