“Oh, I’m not particular,” smiled Pussy.
“Oh no,” he said. “They’ll be dusty.”
He went up to Clara’s bench.
“Sorry I left these things littering about,” he said.
She flushed scarlet. He gathered them together in his fist.
“They’ll be dirty now,” he said. “You should have taken them. I wonder why you didn’t. I meant to have told you I wanted you to.”
He flung them out of the window into the yard below. He just glanced at her. She winced from his eyes.