''Nico, I can't. She caught him doing that once or twiceand smiled at him: a slow, confident smile. No more Bartles House, no morestruggling with the stairs and the plumbing and the awfuldraughty doorways. How very- thoughtful of you, Lauren.
'What, the MP?''Yes. I won't seeyou till tomorrow, I'm afraid. He's herhusband, he's her next-of-kin. God, I'd be upset.
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