Kate tucked him in nicely and stood back to look at him. She still had, he noticed, much the same expression on her face.
“You won’t mind,” Dobie said, “if I don’t ask you to join me? Till a little later?”
“I don’t see how I could possibly object to such a gentlemanly proposal. Or even,” Kate said, “to its implications. Are you comfortable?… That’s the main thing.”
“Yes, I am. I like it here. What I’ll do is, I think I’ll sell the flat.”
“Good,” Kate said. “Then you can get that thing on to working out our income tax figures.”
Dobie wasn’t too sure about that. It might be a little tricky. Something that he’d need to give a lot of thought to. Not now, of course. A little later.
No.
Much
later.
Dobie slept.
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