I had to admit it. I looked fabulous in this yellow dress. Although I was working as a teacher in 1940s New York, I also acted as unofficial assistant to my private detective boyfriend. A good wardrobe was essential.
I was gathering birthday cards with initials on them for my pupils and trying to break a chocolate bar. It took some time to realise why I was struggling. This was a coconut flavour Kit Kat and needed to be broken into fingers.
My pupil was a witness to to a mafia crime. No amount of coconut Kit Kat fingers was going to console her. We were in trouble in this subway tunnel.