I'd had a hard week. 'He didn't, for over an hour. 'And because it was Louise, Louise of all people, she said,'I've just had an illicit lunch hour. She'd meant to tell Tom that night that she'd spoken toFiona Michael, that she wanted to press ahead with the divorce; but first she had to ask him to come to the day atBrands Hatch.
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