unpacking the shopping, and Rob—who had changed into jeans and a T-shirt—was leaning with his back to the sink. The CD had been changed; there was now some discordant modern jazz assaulting my ears. Edward stood, screwed up the carrier bags and threw them into the corner by the bin. “Hi, Suze, looking a bit peaky. Been making yourself at home?” he said. “I’ve got just as much right to as you.” “Touchy. I didn’t say you hadn’t, did I?” I walked over to the kettle, reboiled the water and made myself a cup of peppermint tea. “We’ve got things we need to talk about, Edward. In private.” “Shall I
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