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Too late. He was speaking to a dead line. Yvonne's mother,
once she'd gotten her way, wasted no more time. What a
surprise.

He hung up the phone with a satisfying bang. None of those
silly little cordless jobs in his house. Hearing a little 'boop'
when you hung up on someone was no fun at all. He'd have to
try and remember to be the first one to hang up, assuming the
Great Mrs. Robinson ever troubled herself to call his house
again.

He took another aspirin, on the off chance the ones he'd
taken before had been duds. And waited for it to be time to
see Yvonne again. And wondered what it would be like to
touch the soft radiance of her hair.

And took another aspirin.



Chapter Three

They met outside the out-patient clinic for Jorenby General
Hospital. It went about like Austin expected. She was waiting
for him, sitting on the steps with her arms clasped around her
knees, looking very woebegone, but when she saw him she
leaped to her feet.

"You're late," she said accusingly.

"Fine, thanks. And you?"

She had the grace to flush a little. "I've been waiting for ten
minutes."

"I'm not late," he said reasonably. "You're early."

"I just don't like to be kept waiting, is all."

What a surprise. Really." He shook his head and muttered,
"Man, you'd better be great in English."
"Me not so good at it, but me will try."

Caught off guard, he laughed. He was trying not to stare at
her, and failing. Spoiled and silly and a pain in the butt, she
was still a knockout. Today her deep red hair was tied back
with a blue ribbon the exact color of her eyes. She was
wearing a blue T-shirt and denim shorts. Delicate white
sandals completed the outfit. Even her feet were pretty. It was
irritating beyond belief.