Feeling suicidal, she washed her face and combed her hair. ”Rupert was slightly taken aback, until she explained that Wimbledon went on for a fortnight and she had to be in her seat on the centre court by two o’clock every day. None of them was prepared to rescue her. And if there weren’t people prepared to lose bravely and with a good grace, there wouldn’t be any winners.
She nearly dropped the sandwiches on the floor. We owe the tax man twenty grand and the builders fifty grand and the VAT man’s threatening to take us to court, and you spend 50 at the hairdressers, and 250 on clothes, expecting me not to notice. She was impossibly slender, with long legs and arms, which, despite being covered in freckles, were already tanning becomingly to the colour of weak tea. “Wasn’t Dandelion wonderful?” she said, jumping off, flinging her arms round his neck, covering him with kisses and stuffing him with sugar lumps.
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