'Won't what, Sandy? She won't what?''Won't be there,' he said, very quietly, afraid of saying it,afraid not to. They were sitting inCadogan's office in the penthouse of the KnightsbridgeCadogan Royal, the always surprising stretch of green thatwas Hyde Park below them. He stood up, walked overtowards her. 'She felt better: in spite of being so tired.
''And Minty?''Minty's absolutely fine. She smiledquickly, carefully back; the last thing she wanted just nowwas an interrogation from him. It was so funny, suchfun. She would talk to him that night: tell him what shehad decided, that she wanted him out of the house, that shewas instigating divorce proceedings.
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