When he was inmy office. Tom Fleming. And thinking ofthe one in her filing cabinet at the office, so very like them,telling herself over and over again that they didn't, theycouldn't, mean anything at all . It was just that shenurtured a dream of having him move to London to takeup a career there.
Only his was even morecrowded. Still only eight. Tell her - oh, look, you go and start on the shopping,would you, Mrs Jackson? I'll deal with the call. Iwon't phone you until - let us say Saturday.
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