There was only one sticky moment, when deaf old Lady Oakridge, who never read the papers, asked Rupert if he and his wife would be living in the constituency. Gloucestershire was a soporific county and she found herself falling asleep in the afternoon. She was four months pregnant, and Billy liked her plump, anyway. Then his voice softened.
Like many generous people, Rupert liked to have the monopoly of the expansive gesture. I’ll tell her to give you a ring. The crowd held their breath as everyone calculated. “It’s ours,” said Rupert, grinning and making a V-sign at them.
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