Fen was terribly down because Joanna Baltic had written a bitchy piece headlined: “Fen resting on her Laurel,” pointing out that Resentful of Rupert, Helen poured all her love into the delicate little boy. Jake fingered his gold tansy, trying to keep his nerves in check. Where the hell, everyone?”Jake waited on the terrace.
As he settled the horses at Rupert’s, a marvellous smell of boeuf bourgignon drifted out of the kitchen, and he wondered if Janey would be cooking something nice for him. “Crippled lame,” he said in disgust. “And I’ve been short-listed for L. Why did Rupert always have more time for other people -Fen, Billy, Tab than he did for her? On the other hand she knew she was being punished.
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