I burst into tears. Not dainty, feminine tears, but a messy, red-faced explosion of sobs. The most terrible, beautiful, stunning feeling I'd ever known had come crashing over her in a huge wave, and I was drowning in it. Claire come inside of the room.
She stared at me with alarm, fumbling in her coat pocket for a handkerchief. "No, no... please madam Valerie don't cry and what happened suddenly between you and Mr.evan t?" shee mopped my face face until I took the handkerchief from her and blew my nose, my shoulders were shaking. As she continued to hover and ask worried questions, about Evan and what happened? where he went?
I grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?"
Claire thought for a moment.
"No," she said eventually, "what?"
There was silence.
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