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"Really?" says Suze,the point "Fantastic! God, I love New York I went there three years ago, and--"

"Suze, he’sto New York -- but he hasn’t told ht"

"And I don’t want to bring it up, because I’, why hasn’t he toldin distress "Will I just get a postcard fro, ‘Hi, I live in New York now, love Luke’?"

"No!" says Suze at once "Of course not! He wouldn’t do that!"

"Wouldn’t he?"

"No Definitely not" Suze folds her arms and thinks for a few moments -- then looks up "Are you absolutely sure he hasn’t told you? Like, ?"

She looks atif she could be right Maybe he told ht, while I was eyeing up that girl’s Lulu Guinness handbag in the bar… But then I shake my head

"No I’m sure I’d remember if he’d mentioned New York" I sink downto chuck me"

"No, he’s not!" retorts Suze "Honestly, Bex, s That’s just what they’re like" She picks her way over a pile of CDs and sits cross-legged on the bed beside s We had to find it out froht a whole island without telling ot about it, too And he only re hi in the barrel"

"To do what?"

"Oh, this ancient cereets to roll the first pig, because he owns the island" Her eyes suddenly brighten "In fact, he’s always looking for people to do it instead of hiet to wear this funny hat, and you have to learn a poem in Gaelic, but it’s quite easy…"

"Suze--"