Robbie and Laura are both flushed, probably a combination of the alcohol and the closeness and warmth of the packed pub. Jean's own cheeks feel rather warm. Her friends' faces are alight with happiness and Jean is happy for them, she really is. She ignores the empty feeling in her chest; it's a long time since she had anything close to that feeling. She loves her husband, he's a good man, but it's been a long time since they shared any real interests, he has his garden, and his fishing, and Jean goes to concerts mostly alone nowadays, and she's loathe to admit it, but it gets lonely
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