Page 77 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

At 4:15 on Friday evening Sharon rang me in the office. 'Are you coming out

with me and Jude tomorrow?'

'Er . . . ' I silently panicked, thinking, Surely Daniel will ask to see me this
weekend before he leaves the office?

'Call me if he doesn't ask,' said Shazzer drily after a pause.

At 5:45 saw Daniel with his coat on heading out of the door. My traumatized
expression must have shamed even him because he smiled shiftily, nodded at the
computer screen and shot out.

Sure enough, Message Pending was flashing. I pressed RMS. It said: Message
Jones

Have a good weekend. Pip pip.

Cleave

Miserably, I picked up the phone and dialed Sharon.

'What time are we meeting tomorrow?' I mumbled sheepishly.

'Eight-thirty. Cafe Rouge. Don't worry, we love you. Tell him to bugger off
from me. Emotional fuckwit.'

2 a.m. Argor sworeal brilleve with Shazzan Jude. Dun stupid care about Daniel
stupid prat. Feel sicky though. Oops.