Her ear caught the rhythm of Amos’s footfalls on the stairs, and it occurred to her that he was limping slightly. She frowned. It also occurred to her that this was probably not the first time since she’d met him that his leg had been bothering him. When, after all, had she last noticed anyone else’s pain? Except Lesley’s, of course. But that was different. He had laughed about her self-centeredness, transmuting it graciously into a welcome tendency not to pry, but still . . . She hadn’t even taken the scar seriously when she had first seen it. Treated it as a small oddity, or passing phenomenon, in fact, not to be discussed in the same breath with her own, more interesting problems. “Jane,” she said to herself as she turned the bacon, “you are a bitch. A selfish bitch. And that is the absolute, bloody truth.” She walked over to the door very quietly to avoid waking her sleeping sister, opened it, and stepped onto the landing. His hair was wet and plastered over his forehead; she looked down at him standing on the steps, half-naked and shivering in the cool of the morning, and smothered a burst of laughter with great difficulty.
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