'You're not keeping me,' said Sandy. Sheila Edwards hadphoned to say the meeting was dragging on, and she mightbe slightly delayed. ''Is it true? That you're involved? With this man?''If you mean have I slept with him,' she said, anger and adesire to hurt him suddenly striking her, 'yes, I have. ''I don't care where we talk.
''Yes, I know. t he had been lessthan courteous at lunch, less than easy altogether over theprevious few days, and fro 'Would you like to come, Betty?' she asked. Sandy Trelawny was sitting in the garden with Dickon andMegan and Pattie David, eating a very nice lasagne Pattiehad cooked, and thinking this w
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