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I
’
d
met
her
twice
more
at
G
.
P
.
’
s
,
when
there
were
other
people
there
—
one
was
her
husband
,
a
Dane
,
some
kind
of
importer
.
He
spoke
perfect
English
,
so
perfect
it
sounded
wrong
.
Affected
.
I
met
her
one
day
when
she
was
coming
out
of
the
hairdresser
’
s
and
I
’
d
been
in
to
make
an
appointment
for
Caroline
.
She
had
on
that
special
queasy
-
bright
look
women
like
her
put
on
for
girls
of
my
age
.
What
Minny
calls
welcome
-
to
-
the
-
tribe
-
of
-
women
.
It
means
they
’
re
going
to
treat
you
like
a
grown
-
up
,
but
they
don
’
t
really
think
you
are
and
anyhow
they
’
re
jealous
of
you
.
She
would
take
me
for
coffee
.
I
was
silly
,
I
should
have
lied
.
It
was
all
rhubarb
,
about
me
,
about
her
daughter
,
about
art
.
She
knows
people
and
tried
to
dazzle
me
with
names
.
But
it
’
s
what
people
feel
about
art
that
I
respect
.
Not
what
or
who
they
know
.
I
know
she
can
’
t
be
a
lesbian
,
but
she
clings
like
that
to
one
’
s
words
.
Things
in
her
eyes
she
doesn
’
t
dare
tell
you
.
But
wants
you
to
ask
her
to
.
You
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
gone
on
and
what
still
goes
on
between
G
.
P
.
and
me
,
she
seemed
to
say
.
I
dare
you
to
ask
me
.
She
talked
on
and
on
about
Charlotte
Street
in
the
late
’
thirties
and
the
war
.
Dylan
Thomas
.
G
.
P
.
He
likes
you
,
she
said
.
I
know
,
I
answered
.
But
it
was
a
shock
.
Both
that
she
should
know
(
had
he
told
her
?
)
and
that
she
wanted
to
discuss
it
.
I
know
she
did
.
He
’
s
always
fallen
for
the
really
pretty
ones
,
she
said
.
