away fromher, thought of the horror if she wanted to share his bed,have sex with him, and felt physically sick. ''I'm sorry?' said Octavia. ' 'I've had a letter,' said Nico Cadogan, 'it just arrived. It was all about Diana and the funeral; she couldn't concentrate.
'Terrible things, these,' he said to Octavia, 'thousands ofcalories each. 'Mum?' It was Zoe's voice: subdued, shaky even, butunmistakable. 'I'd better phone the hospital,' she said, quite calmsuddenly, 'speak to them. It'll be lovely, all theflowers, all the friends, the hymns.
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