Bob Macintosh, who had done as Tom told him and playeda waiting game, was finally phoned after lunch that day bythe press officer who had suggested the photocall. t with his arm round her shoulders handing herhandkerchiefs, of which he seemed to have an endlesssupply, while she talked. Octavia felt faint, her head swirling, had to sitdown on the bed again. ''Why don't you come with us?' said Felix, putting his arm round her.
She wonderedwhat they would think if they knew what she had been doing, having sex in a bed and in a house wher Sheseemed to have grown much smaller and her colour wasappalling. ''Naturally,' said Tom. There's obviously something very wrong, and if you don'tknow what it is, you ought to.
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