He looked like a picture in an upmarketleisurewear catalogue, she thought, rather than a machiavellianschemer. 'No! Don't touch me. Every time she thought of Annadying, she felt a great slick of fear. 'Tom stared at him, fighting to keep his face blank.
Don't you understand? Is it really so difficult?''No, not really, I suppose,' he said and rang off withoutanother word. Calories in hand, asshe thought of them. ''At least I won't have to worry about you. Another bitof paranoia.
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