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THE QUESTION
Jane Asher
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First published by HarperCollinsPublishers 1998
Copyright © Jane Asher 1998
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Source ISBN: 9780007349623
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Version 2017-12-18
For Clare
Contents
‘So how was your holiday?’
‘Wonderful, thank you, Mrs Hamilton. Absolutely wonderful. You can never be quite sure about the weather out there, but we were really lucky – it was gorgeous. Jackie got really burnt and I was covered in freckles, as usual, but we really enjoyed ourselves.’
Eleanor grimaced a little to herself as she continued listening to Ruth’s chatter, the girl’s tone and the liberal sprinkling of ‘reallys’ as grating to her ear as ever. She smoothed a hand across her upper lip to wipe away the tension she could feel settling into the muscles around her mouth, then hunched up her shoulder and gripped the receiver against
