She therefore quickly applied the rouge to her cheeks and reddened her lips.
Mark then tapped on the outer door and, opening it, he called out,
“Come along. You will be late if you don’t hurry.”
“I have not kept you waiting,” Filipa replied.
“No, I have had trouble with a shirt stud,” Mark answered.
As Filipa joined him outside, he added,
“These are Papa’s. I really need new ones.”
Filipa did not say anything. She merely looked at him and he said irritably,
“All right! I know it is something we cannot afford, but you need not rub it in.”
“I said nothing.”
“I could feel your thoughts sticking into me,” he answered.
It was the sort of thing he had said sometimes when they were young and, because it was funny, they both started to laugh.
They were still smiling as they went into t
