'She really is working at it,' said Rupert, edging the bottle open with his thumbs. Then, because he read Taggie's horoscope as automatically as his own these days, his eyes moved up three places to Cancer. ''Only her husband,' said Bas, starting on the quiche. As he sauntered into the kitchen, blithe as a skylark, as though there'd been no row at all, Cameron frantically stirred the french dressing.
Far above him the woodpecker was rattling away at a tree trunk. Cameron had half-hoped that Taggie, on a late-night walk with Gertrude, might have caught them at it and realized that at last Rupert had found someone with a sex drive equalto his own. ress and a white apron which came miles above her black-stockinged knees, and then made her put her hair up. ''She doesn't strike me as being dumb,' said Cameron, 'just unmotivated.
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