Then questions began to form. ‘Were you watching me? In the garden?’ she asked, with a frown. The idea was distinctly unwelcome. ‘No, of course not. I heard you moaning and came out to see what had happened. My door and windows were open, and you did make quite a noise.’ ‘Did I?’ She could only remember uttering one soft complaint. ‘I thought it might have been a snake. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hornet.’ ‘They’re increasing, apparently, but they’re not usually aggressive. They look exactly like wasps, only three times the size – at least.’ ‘This one was definitely aggressive. I didn’t do anything to provoke it. Am I allergic, do you think?’ ‘You are very swollen. Lucky it wasn’t your throat, or you might have been choked to death.’ The relish in his voice was unmistakable. ‘I’ve never known such pain. I didn’t know where to put myself.’ ‘Is it better now?’ ‘A bit. Either that, or I’m getting used to it.
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