’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. ’ Handing over the guineas, he added, ‘For you. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. " He did not reply. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut.
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