Oh, dear. I think I've touched a sensitive pot with my comment. I'd thought it was just that'd she'd been getting in some, I don't know, chains, or something. Leather things, maybe. But perhaps not. I suppose that's a pity, because she must have enjoyed what she did down there. I think for a minute about poor, dear Derek. But he's gone, at peace wherever he is, and there's peace here too, just now.
And oh, Wanda must be talking about Dorian. I feel my face getting hot. "He's very nice," I say quietly. "And he never eats! Someone has to feed him." It's not just pies anymore, either. We had a lovely roast just the other night. He swore when he burned his fingers on the pan. It was very charming.
I clear my throat and look down, sure that there must be a very silly smile on my face.
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Date: 2012-03-19 07:18 am (UTC)And oh, Wanda must be talking about Dorian. I feel my face getting hot. "He's very nice," I say quietly. "And he never eats! Someone has to feed him." It's not just pies anymore, either. We had a lovely roast just the other night. He swore when he burned his fingers on the pan. It was very charming.
I clear my throat and look down, sure that there must be a very silly smile on my face.