”“I’ll come over to you. I left it at Rupert’s. “Fucking imbecile,” said Rupert. ”“Shut up, you foul-mouthed bitch.
I see you’ve already met naughty Monica. It was Helen, also in navy blue, in a dress which must have cost fifty times more than my skirt and T-shirt, thought Marion. “We had lunch several times, but she never had more than one course and left half of that because she was always wanting to rush me off to some art gallery. Close up she looked red-eyed and distraught.
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