. rose was on the doorstep , clasping a long brown paper package . she was wearing jean and a short , tight jacket . she seemed straned and harassed instinctive i made to shut the shut the door , but she placed a foot on the step and prevented me ." don't , minty ."
"i'm not sure i can take this ," i ssaid , with , with a sour taste rising in my throat ." but thank you for your letter ."
"you look awful ." she peered at me ." are you taking care of yourself ? you should , you know . have you seen the doctor ?"
" there 's no point , rose . go away and don't come back . we're not friend anymore ."
" that 's true ." she nodded reflectively ." but you still need someone to check up on you ." she added ." i know what it's like ."
" don't you think that's what makes it impossible ?"
" in normal circumstances , but these are'nt . so .... herre i am . "
dseveral cars roared down the street , folllowed by a lumbering white van from which blared heavy rock music . opposite , mrs . austen glanced up from her pots . fork in hand , she stared openly at us .
" be kind , if only to a dog . is that it ?"
" that's it ."
the sourness turned into humiliation ." kindness to canines apart , there must be some other reason ."
she hel;d out the package ." i think this is meant for you . i've opened it , it's from nathan ."
i examined the label . it was addressed to minty llloyd but the actual addresss was rose's ." the wrong wife ."
she s,miled wryly ." maybe nathan had fallen into the habit of thinking of us as a composite . he always waas thrifty ."
"i'm not sure i can take this ," i ssaid , with , with a sour taste rising in my throat ." but thank you for your letter ."
"you look awful ." she peered at me ." are you taking care of yourself ? you should , you know . have you seen the doctor ?"
" there 's no point , rose . go away and don't come back . we're not friend anymore ."
" that 's true ." she nodded reflectively ." but you still need someone to check up on you ." she added ." i know what it's like ."
" don't you think that's what makes it impossible ?"
" in normal circumstances , but these are'nt . so .... herre i am . "
dseveral cars roared down the street , folllowed by a lumbering white van from which blared heavy rock music . opposite , mrs . austen glanced up from her pots . fork in hand , she stared openly at us .
" be kind , if only to a dog . is that it ?"
" that's it ."
the sourness turned into humiliation ." kindness to canines apart , there must be some other reason ."
she hel;d out the package ." i think this is meant for you . i've opened it , it's from nathan ."
i examined the label . it was addressed to minty llloyd but the actual addresss was rose's ." the wrong wife ."
she s,miled wryly ." maybe nathan had fallen into the habit of thinking of us as a composite . he always waas thrifty ."
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