Heturned his head, looked at him. 'She sat and stared out of the window when he had gone,thinking about the undoubted beauty of Bartles Wood She could go on arguing, reasoning with her; but it wasbecoming clear that wasn't going to work. 'Try sipping from there now,' he said, and laughed.
When she looked back he was sittingstaring at his glass like a sulky child; she sighed. Christ--'He stopped, wondering if he should come clean, talk thewhole filthy mess over with Aubrey; Octavia had said hemust have known something had been going on, she wasprobably right. Patricia David was massaging Megan's legs when thetelephone rang. She didhope she'd be able to sleep tonight; she had a lot of drivingahead of her next day.
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