“What do you mean, you"ll miss another concert? You promised after the last time that it wouldn"t happen again.” Anne was livid, her face flushed, her cheeks so bright he suspected the tears streaming down them risked evaporating on contact.
That"s what the expression "steam rising" must mean, Tom mused, but he swiftly pushed the thought away; this discussion was serious and he should concentrate. “It"s work, I can"t help it. It might be really big. I"ve got a hunch it could be the biggest story I"ve ever worked on. It could be the making of us,” Tom blurted, his defences uttered as a staccato rant. “Much as I want to be at Jenny"s concert, it really isn"t possible. Besides, she"ll be so excited, she won"t even notice. After all she"s only seven. There"ll be plenty of chance for me to mak
