Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.

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]