I’m a little tired. She did not resist him, she could not. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. I shall only pray that I may reward you for all your goodness to me. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. . “It will spoil your life. “Vee,” she said, “come home. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters.
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