“It’s,” Eva started. She wiped her hands along her ribs. It was a nervous gesture, and Isabel had seen it on her before. “It’s been an odd few days.” “Odd,” Isabel repeated, flat. “We’ve just been—” She turned to face Isabel, and she was all nerves now, eyes restless and a trembling smile. “Oh, we’ve been a bit stupid, haven’t we? Just—so silly, with—But it’s, it’s just, we shouldn’t think about it too much, right, Isabel? It happens, kisses are just—things, and they happen, and… Perhaps best if we—just. How about we don’t speak of it at all? Wouldn’t that be best? And Louis will be back
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