from him anyway, tired of blushing at each and every turn.
‘Can I have a word, Mary?’
She glanced down at her watch. ‘I thought you were at lunch?’
‘I am.’ Eleanor gave a small shrug. ‘I was wondering if I could take it in cubicle eight.’
‘Cubicle eight?’ Mary stared at her, nonplussed. ‘But Miss Nugent’s in there.’
‘I know, I just…’ Eleanor faltered, aware Rory was staring at her, too. ‘She’s near the end now and she’s on her own…’
‘Vicki will watch her,’ Mary said dismissively. ‘Now, for the last time, will you go to lunch?’ Turning her attention back to Rory, Mary resumed her conversation but Eleanor most definitely hadn’t finished.
‘I am going to lunch, Sister Byrne.’ Eleanor cleared her throat. ‘And if you need to find me for anything, I’ll be in cubicle eight.’
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