''Safe?'She hesitated. Is lunch still on?''Of course. I wishyou'd--''You wish I'd what?' he said, irritably conscious of hisburned face. Caroline said she would,sounding as cold and as hostile as Melanie.
They were in bed. 'There was another long silence. 'I'm very sorry to hear that,' she said. He hadbeen pleasant, but no more; had suggested a drink beforeSunday lunch.
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