''I didn't have a lunch date,' said Octavia irritably. Dickon, you go on back to the kitchen withJanet. She had never felt confident about her body, had neverconsidered it sexy; and like all deceived wives, she had feltthat day not only hurt and wretchedly unhappy, but plain,dull, unattractive. She'd been able to bear it, all right: she had just trottedalong to the clinic one morning, let them scrape the babyout of
'So anyway, that's why. Let's try the floor, sitting onthe floor -- no, baby, not like that. Lying weak and wretched in her hospital bed, hazy withdrugs and pain, contemplating all that she had lo ''Very well.
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