You not too hot? Sorry I woke you up. No. I was just dozing. You must be working too hard....

Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot? [the older woman wakes up, startled] Julie: Sorry I woke you up. Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No. [sitting up] Sarah Morton: I was just dozing. Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up. Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools. Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean, [smiling fondly] Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub. Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria. Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves. [Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways] Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel? Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction. Julie: Oh, yeah. [disapprovingly:] Julie: That's how he makes his money. Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy. Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well? Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain. Julie: [chummily] What is this one about? Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation. Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories? Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do. Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway. [walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]