"ask the mother . paige kicked me out at the final stages . she said it was her business , not mine ." martin 's tone alterd to convey a touch of anger and disappointment ." but both are doing well ." after a pause , he added ." i'm told ."
i cast around for a safe comment ." did paige manage to finish her shawl before it all happened ?"
maritn was at his very , very driest ." paige finished her shawl . she put the final touchs to it during the scond stage ."
"grief , martin . she is made of iron ."
" that 's rather a good description ," he said , and again , anger crept into his tone .
"martin , i'll go to see her over the weekend . from next week i'm working full time ."
"i know ," he said ." she disapproves . she thinks it's frivolous to work full time when you don't have to ."
paige's disapproval hung over me as i organized a delivery of organic yogurt and fruit to her and settle down to sorting out final arrangements . preparing to go back to full -time work was full-time work . nathan had had fun teasing me about it . " you 're not going to war , you know ." then a little later ." how's the supply train ?" or ." do remember the general requires a slap - up meal ." the =joke ran and ran .
i pinned eve's reconfigured timetable to the kitchen notice board and considered the logistics of provisioning , sholl runs , recorder lesssons , and swimming practice and felt a sneaky but shameful admiration for mussolini's making the italian trains run on time .
i ran my finger over the blocks marking off the days and hours . there was no going back . come to that , there was theory that the first world war had happened not because of the shots at sarajeovo -
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