Are we expecting quads?”“Don’t you dare be flip,” she hissed. Rupert poured two fingers into his own glass. “Only clear round,” he added. “Fuck ‘em and forget ‘em, that’s his motto.
”“I’m sorry, darling, truly I am. Both of them felt it bad form to mention Tory or Rupert. As Tory served out beef cooked in beer and the children both helped themselves to too much mashed potato, and Hannah brandished the rosette ” He grinned at Helen.
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