So -- grand. A sliver of unease went through Tom. Hang on -- shit, they're in thestudy, I remember. Tomorrow he would be at home with Louise, tryingto suppress his anger, his distaste, trying at the same time
'We had such fun,' said Megan, beaming at her mother. It was hard, Tom found, not to check that ithadn't succeeded. Really love it. What harm would it do? And it would be easier to explainthen, to say it must be the last occasion, than on thetelephone.
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