poppy's heart might have been made of the best - tempered steel , but she was often wrong . for instance , it had been unkind to wear black at our weddig , and to persis in making her feelings about me so clear after seven years was dicisive . when bnathan left rose for me . poppy spat defiance at her father ." i never want to see you ....or that women , again . ever ." floating on a tide of moral certainty , she had reduced him to shivering and weeping ." she called me an old goat ." he confessed to me ." an old goat ."
poppy and richard had made the tarnsition from flat to large house in a disgustingly short period of time . richard had made a lot of money in " strategy " and poppy spent it .the house was edwardian , spacious , and newly refurbished . the windowa and paintwork were pristine . the ront garden had been designed by a professional . it featured box and carefully graded gray stone . an olive tree in a blue ceramic pot stood in the center .
the door was flung open and there was poppy ." dad ," she cried , interposing herself between anthan and me ." how lovely ."
father and daughter were very alike . they had the same coloring , and facial structure . naturally , poppy was modeled more delicately - her waist was tiny and i found myself pulling my link cardigan edged with ribbon down over my lips . underneath , i wore a lacy half - cup bra that was digging into my flesh . before the twins , a half cup bra fit like a second skin but these days . i was bothered by its secret chafe . no longer the student , poppy was groomed and highlighted and , unlike when i first met her , she never wore glasses , only contact lenses . yet she had not lost her shortsighted habit of peering at you , nor her quickness , nor her tendency to outbursts . she grabbed her father 's hand and carried it to her cheek ." it's been ages . i've missed you , dad ."
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