Once I'd put Wilson's suitcase in the boot, I asked, 'Are Antony and TT ready to go?'
'They're not coming with us,' Wilson replied. 'I don't think I'd be very good company, and I wouldn't want to spoil their holiday.'
I popped back into the house and slipped them both in my pocket — I'll smuggle them away with us, just in case W regrets his decision once we arrive in Weston...
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