She remembered how unembarrassed he’d been by her tears and how cold he’d got sitting in the car, just patting her shoulder. She’d never seen anyone so angry. Everyone loved everybody, she went on. “I’m going to complain to Sardine’s Lib,” she mumbled in embarrassment.
” His voice softened, and he put up his hand to stroke her cheek, which was wet with tears. Christ, Rupe, you’re actually blushing. “For God’s sake, look what you’re doing,” said her companion. Helen tried to look disapproving and giggled.
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