The more she thought about it, about this approach, themore her spirits lifted. I'm sorry. Look, is your mum there? Oh,she's not. She had finally taken a sleeping pill at three, hadfound waking up almost impossible, struggling out of athick, dry-mouthed fog, had taken a taxi to work early, notdaring to drive.
It had always been one of the goodthings about their relationship, the other's valuable,informed opinion, always available, criss-crossing theirpersonal and professional lives. She'd dug out some cot sheets and blankets andit had all gone into her suitcase when Sandy had broughther over. I'm available for comment any time. But Ihave to go out.
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