She needed sometime on her own; Fiona had given her a long form to fill in,and she needed to think; about what she was going to do,how and when she was going to tell Tom about thedivorce. Let's go back to your flat, shallwe, Serena, have it there? How would that be?''Fine,' said Serena. 'I'm sorry,' he said then. She was afraid he might ask her why she wastaking such a big case, but he hadn't.
'Now, you've been married -- what?''Seven years. Ijust heard, as I say, that this was on the cards, and I thoughtyou might welcome it. onhers, his hands exploring her body, his voice speaking of quite other delights than those of Bartles Wood. Like some seedy private detective.
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