''Yes, of course you did. It seemed very quiet; everyone was hushed, bent overtheir papers. Louise seemed to be treatingher mother's funeral like a cocktail party. He had obviously wanted to make love to her when theywent to bed; upset, she couldn't face it, had made anexcuse, said she was hot, had gone into the spare room.
'Octavia was touched. At that moment, the rain began: heavy, unrelenting,dashing down on the garden, the tables, filling the emptyglasses, melting into the paper tablecloths. A swift, carefully worded round of phone calls hadconfirmed that their other clients had received the samedocument. And rather slowly and sweetly.
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