' David Jackson gave him a look; Tomrealised he had never known quite what the phrase 'nakedpity' meant before that moment. Hehad forfeited those things long ago, when he had firstbecome involved with Louise. She had stood with him, holdinghis hand at her father's funeral, had wanted him there, haddrawn strength from him. ''Yes, all right,' said Zoe.
''Octavia, the Macintoshes are in town tomorrow. ''What sort of business?''Oh -- work. At what I'd done to him. As it was (being the least demonstrative of men), he didget up and put his hand on Tom's shoulder, refilled hiscoffee cup, said, 'I think you've been bloody good about itall.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.