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"
Ooops
!
Sorry
,
Mum
,
did
n't
mean
to
offend
you
.
I
always
forget
you
've
got
a
weak
stomach
.
"
"
I
have
n't
got
a
weak
stomach
,
"
said
Meggie
,
exasperated
.
"
I
came
to
see
if
there
was
any
chance
of
a
cuppa
,
"
Fee
broke
in
,
pulling
out
a
chair
and
sitting
down
.
"
Put
on
the
kettle
,
Justine
,
like
a
good
girl
.
"
Meggie
sat
down
,
too
.
"
Do
you
really
think
this
will
work
out
for
Justine
,
Mum
?
"
she
asked
anxiously
.
"
Why
should
n't
it
?
"
Fee
answered
,
watching
her
granddaughter
attending
to
the
tea
ritual
.
"
It
might
be
a
passing
phase
.
"
"
Is
it
a
passing
phase
,
Justine
?
"
Fee
asked
.
"
No
,
"
Justine
said
tersely
,
putting
cups
and
saucers
on
the
old
green
kitchen
table
.
"
Use
a
plate
for
the
biscuits
,
Justine
,
do
n't
put
them
out
in
their
barrel
,
"
said
Meggie
automatically
,
"
and
for
pity
's
sake
do
n't
dump
the
whole
milk
can
on
the
table
,
put
some
in
a
proper
afternoon
tea
jug
.
"
"
Yes
,
Mum
,
sorry
,
Mum
,
"
Justine
responded
,
equally
mechanically
.
"
Ca
n't
see
the
point
of
frills
in
the
kitchen
.
