And anyway, the thing is, it won't helpany of us if Fleming Cotterill goes bust, will it? Not me, notthe children, nobody. 'You're not late,' she said, 'and it's lovely to see you. She walked down to where it was parked,about a hundred yards from the house, settled herself in thedriving seat and rummaged in her bag. You know I'm only teasing you.
''No, it was you who said that. ''Of course it is,' said Tom. 'She poured him some, and a glass for herself. I'd much rather leave him to it.
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