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Lee swore and said: "I can get up if I want to."
"You'll stay in bed whether you want to or not," Charles told her. "You're a sick woman."
"I'm a very bad-tempered woman and that means I'm convalescent. Ask anybody."
"I'll go right out into the street and do that, darling."
She got out of bed and wrapped Oliver's dressing gown around her. "I'm hungry again," she said.
"He'll be back soon. You've left nothing but some frozen—worms, looks like. Shall I defrost them?"
"Please don't trouble. I can wait."
"Window!" he snapped.
She ducked back and swore again, this time at herself. "Sorry," she said. "Which will do us a whole hell of a lot of good if somebody saw me and started wondering."
Oliver came in with packages. Lee kissed him and he grinned shyly. "Trout," he whispered. She
