'Oh -- early on Sunday morning,' said Tom. Fucking thing'sabsolutely correct. That's all absolutely wonderful. Whycouldn't Sandy see that? She was trying so hard to copewith it all, and he just wasn't doing anything.
She had checked out herdisguise, the dark glasses, the short wig she'd worn for modelling in the 'sixties, the tacky Crimplene trousers andtunic she'd got from a catalogue. It wasso clearly the right thing to do. again,not some wretched shell, lying on a hospital bed in a papergown, that took him totally by surprise. 'And then, through the nightmare, the confusion, Zoe'svoice, childlike, frightened, very shaky, saying again andagain, 'Mum, I'm so sorry.
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