She loved no-one outright, with a voice, but many shallow loves
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Out
Prof. Iris Rampling, Director of the academic center and my boss, was on her way home, monochrome in head-to-toe black, bag over her shoulder, perfectly straightened bob of white hair fluttering. She asked me with the efficiency of a woman who is late for her evening gin and tonic if I was uncomfortable by Anthony's attention.
Qualms
I was hooked, of course: I'm the kind of guy who only just avoided getting a tattoo saying "I contain multitudes."