I was his wife. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. They were horrible people. We close the chapter. But he knew. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. ’ ‘Don’t interrupt me! You break into a gentleman’s residence, I say, and hold up two members of His Majesty’s peacekeeping forces with a pistol. So she married him.
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