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192 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2013



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...to these tea drinkers!
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‘Hilary lay awake that night, unable to sleep. Not bacause he felt insecure or anxious — suprisingly enough, he didn't — but because he was happy. He was happy. It struck him as a rather maervellous thing that he had a home. And this home should shelter his friend.’![]()
‘Indeed, he should break out the special black tea with ginseng and vanilla that he saved for the odd occasion when he felt adventurous. What odder or more wonderful occasion could there be than this...?’
“D'you want t make some tea?” he suggested. “Have some biscuits, if you want. You need to keep your energy levels up,” Tom went on to advise, “because once I'm done here, Hilary, I'm taking you back to bed.”
“Oh,” said Hilary lightly, while his heart tripped. “If you must.”![]()
“Oh Tom, I've never asked for anything more from life than contentment, and for most of my years I've had exactly that. I suppose it seemed too much and to late to start asking for happiness.”
“But that's what you have, isn't it?”
“Yes, my dear. That's what I have.”![]()







“A loving relationship doesn't have to last forever to be perfect.”
“The whole thing had been so very beautiful, and so very fragile, and so utterly impossible a dream.”
“If I felt a shallow, selfish kind of love then, no, I would take any opportunity I could to keep you for myself. But I love you more deeply than that, Tom, and so my interests are nothing compared to yours. I am thinking only of you.”





