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Shelley dries her hands on the tea towel after doing the washing up, then heads into the living room with a sigh. She has, she hates to admit, been putting this off all day.
She'd thought to tell him over dinner, but then all she could think about was the very many sharp knives they were surrounded with. No. Maybe later.
But now is later, and he needs to know.
Now.
Okay.
Slowly, she sits down on the sofa, and searches for a way to begin.
She'd thought to tell him over dinner, but then all she could think about was the very many sharp knives they were surrounded with. No. Maybe later.
But now is later, and he needs to know.
Now.
Okay.
Slowly, she sits down on the sofa, and searches for a way to begin.