'Sure, I guess it was wrong, but she was so sweet, I really cared for her. 'And that's what I pay your school fees for, grumbled Rupert. 'How odd,' she said in a strained, high voice. 'Where's the bar?' asked Rupert.
Caitlin was eating Alpen and reading Lady Chatterley's Lover. She'd worked out where everyone was going to sit. Malise Gordon, by contrast, was icy cold with rage that Helen's name had been dragged into it. 'Good thing you didn't come,' she said.
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