Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Soup would help you feel better, soup and hot tea. She could have kissed Cathy. He caught the elderly dame’s eye, throwing her a desperate message. “Dear husband,” she murmured. Perhaps marriage hurt. . ” “A—what?” Anna asked. ” “Hah!” He threw his head back.
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