At first I thought it was I who had upset Serena, with the frivolous reply I had made to her text. My insensitivity in comparing myself to Adonis was not perhaps what was called for in the circumstances but that wasn"t it, as I soon found out. She was, as I think I"ve said, a petit woman both in stature and build, however, sitting on the edge of the swimming pool, with her legs pulled up against herself, her diminutive frame looked more weak and frail than merely delicate. In her right hand she held her mobile phone which she was turning over and over, in a pool of still water.
“Take this and do to it what I did in New York. Stamp on it, Harry. Crush the life from it. I tried to drown it but I"m frightened that it"s not dead.” Without looking, she thrust the phone towards me.
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