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"He also dislocated a man’s jaw," Luke cuts in "Did you read about that?"

For a few o," I say at last "He’s hs and picks up his briefcase "Can we just leave it?"

He heads out of the room and I hurry after him

"No We can’t leave it We have to talk, Luke You’ve barely looked at me all week"

"I’ve been busy" He reaches into his briefcase, takes out a foil strip of ibuprofen, and pops out a couple of tablets

"No, you haven’t" I biteme"

"Can you blah his hair "This has been a hell of a week"

"Then… let erly I follow hilass "ThereI could do I could do research--"

"Please!" Luke interrupts, and swigs down his ibuprofen "No more help All your ‘help’ does is wasteHe must have looked at ht they were total rubbish

"Right," I say at last "Well… I won’t bother anymore"

"Please don’t" He walks off into the study, and I can hear hi else So But I can’t think of it

As I’ round o into the hall, where a package is lying on the doored post, written in black marker pen It looks kind of faot a parcel," I say

Luke co a pile of files, and due froether with a letter

"Ah!" he exclai more pleased than he has all week "Excellent"

"Who’s it from?"

"Your sister," says Luke

I feel like he’s hit me in the solar plexus