Later, she got a knock on the granny flat door. It was Alina. Jack would be gone all night rehearsing at some guy’s place. She’d made dinner and was inviting her to come and eat with her and Roland. Margot looked over Alina’s shoulder to see candles and bowls and plates on the table. Roland was sitting there ready to sink his face in the trough of pasta…
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