“I’ve got a nice ‘ot joint downstairs, and if you like to come down to the kitchen you’re welcome to a bit of dinner.”
Philip felt himself redden to the soles of his feet, and a sob caught at his throat.
“Thank you very much, Mrs. Higgins, but I’m not at all hungry.”
“Very good, sir.”
When she left the room Philip threw himself on his bed. He had to clench his fists in order to prevent himself from crying.
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