I couldn't do it. Didn't Jenny understand? It was just
impossible. Unhappily I shook my head. Then Jenny spoke
to me quietly and very angrily. 'You have no heart,' she said.
She spoke into the telephone again. 'Mr Barrett, Oliver
wants you to know . . . ' She was crying, so it wasn't easy
for her. 'Oliver loves you very much,' she said, and put the
telephone down quickly.
I don't know why I did it. Perhaps I went crazy for a
moment. Violently I took the telephone and threw it across
the room.