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When I get home, I call Tom. I just need someone who’s on my side right now. I don’t mention the conversation I had with her about him possibly moving in. As far as I’m concerned, she’s ruined that for me and it’s impossible to get excited about the prospect at the moment. All I can see is her disapproving face.
‘How was it?’ Tom asks.
‘Oh, you know, the usual.’
‘Did you pass on my apology for the other week? I still feel terrible about that.’
‘I did. Apology accepted, she says. I think she’s got bigger worries on her plate right now.’ I figure it’s best to make less of an issue out of it than it needs to be. Once Cath gets to know the real Tom, she’ll have forgotten all about their first meeting. And Tom doesn’t need to know about Cath’s feelings. She doesn’t even know him yet.
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