chapter seven
nathan and rose were ensconced on the sofa . rose was toying wit her glass , fingers curling and uncurling around its stem . the big gold ring she wore on her right hand caught my eye , so bright it hurt . nathan was leaning back against the cushions , one hand spread along the top of the sofa . it was a pose suggesting relaxation and ease . every so often , his gaz fixed on his first wife and settled like a starving dog on a bone .
" they never last ..." rose was saying , all indulgence and affection . which meant she could only be talking about her daughter ." how many times , nathan ,have we been seen that ?"
nathan hung on rose's every syllable ." all the same , i am a little worried about poppy . i detect a crtain , well , a restlessness ....i asked her if she and richard were gettting on all right , and she said she'd never been happier . but you know how it is . nathan ? yo ucan sense there's something not quit right ."
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