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Fleur is fluffing pillows.
And cleaning.
And counting.
She wouldn't be counting days! Why would she be counting those?! She is counting pillows. PILLOWS.
Now she is counting the time ticking by on the clock. "I wonder where my 'usband iz," she asks herself aloud. She might have to call down and ask that their evening meal be delayed. She has been trying lately to have at least something warm for him waiting when he gets home.
And cleaning.
And counting.
She wouldn't be counting days! Why would she be counting those?! She is counting pillows. PILLOWS.
Now she is counting the time ticking by on the clock. "I wonder where my 'usband iz," she asks herself aloud. She might have to call down and ask that their evening meal be delayed. She has been trying lately to have at least something warm for him waiting when he gets home.