"To Charlie," said Miss Ingledew, holding up her glass for a refill.
"To Charlie!" Everyone cheered and raised their glasses, and somewhere a clock began to chime.
It took Charlie several minutes to realize that the whole room was looking at him. His thoughts had been far away with someone else who had fallen asleep at twelve o'clock.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Jenny Nimmo, Midnight for Charlie Bone
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