Which Reminded Her, Later
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And then there was the American woman he'd offered the spare room to that time, without question or thought or apparent consideration of the fact that Catherine might at least like to have been told. The first she'd known about it had been when she'd got home from work and found the woman standing there in the hallway, looking not at all surprised or uncomfortable, eating natural yoghurt straight from the pot and waiting for whatever it was that Catherine was going to say. Which had of course been nothing more than a faintly quizzical hello? Holding the front door open behind her, the rain blowing in from the garden and something like smugness or amusement lingering on the American woman's face for just a moment before she finally acknowledged Catherine with a quietly unconcerned hello of her own. And carried on eating the yoghurt. And made no attempt to explain herself.
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