He put his glass down at once, so they shouldn’t see how much his hand was shaking. It had come as a terrible, terrible shock. ” But she slammed down the telephone. In anticipation of maternity, and to cover the bulges, (she was ten days late now), she was wearing one of Billy’s streaked shirts and nothing else.
”“How did you get my number?”“It’s a long story. ld room ready atPenscombe, packing Billy off to an alcoholics’ home to dry out and searching for a new sponsor. Insulated by successive waves of exultation and apprehension at making the final, he looked at the slice of lemon in his gin and Schweppes, counting the pips: I will win, I won’t, I will. It was several minutes before she could bring herself to drink it, as though she was terrified of contaminating the glass.
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