The last they saw ofLouise was her waving them off down the road, holdingDickon's hand, Sandy standing behind her. 'He's a rock,' he had said over and over again, asthey laughed at his heartiness, his old-fashioned manners,'and Louise needs someone like that, someone reliable andstrong. I'm sorry. Does he know you're seeing me?''No.
I must tell my husband. Mostlyto do with the dreaded day at Brands Hatch. Lots of time. That's what happens.
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