"He sounded embarrassed as he said it.Nancy looked stunned. "I-I'm sorry, Tommy. I don't want to get you introuble." Why don't ye be giving me that ...huir telegram?" Molly asked the boysourly. "And ye can be getting the he - getting outta here?"The boy all but shoved the telegram into Molly's hands and hurriedtowards the door. At the last moment, he stopped and yelled back."Goodbye, Miz Osbourne. I'm sorry, but please don't tell nobody thatwe talked."Then he was gone."G-Goodbye, Tommy." . You know each other's strengths, weaknesses, fears, hopes, petty insecurities and noble aspirations. It's a bond I can't even begin to understand; I'm jealous of it and scared to death of hurting it. Have you ever thought that maybe that's what she's thinking about? Will being with me really bind you two together even more or break you apart even further?" Naw. She's just punishing us for fucking each other," Anastasia frowned."Maybe a little," I chuckled and brushed a lock of her silky hair. The two men exchanged glances, they were here stuck till six, so they had best make the best of it. Beer in hand they moved to deck chairs in the garden, they discussed the prospect of working from home permanently, and the idea of one day in the office per month, which seemed all very sensible, that took an hour, then they slowly came round to discussing the swap, Gerald suggesting they each read the two diaries, so with a drink apiece they sat reading and commenting on the antics each had. Smith, I am requested to convey you to his study.”“So why can’t he come out here?”“I believe the concept of privacy is involved in his decision, sir.”“Oh? I suppose so. Lead on, McDuff.”I refrained from correcting his quote, as I did not think it would be appreciated. I escorted him to the study, and knocked on the door. “Mr. Smith is here, sir.” I announced loudly, though I knew Dawes would have his cctv monitor on.The door swung inwards, and Dawes stood there. “Come in, Mr. Smith. That will.