Monday, November 19, 2012
For this evening's striped tie, BriWi has chosen one with a field colour of jewelled purple crossed by narrow bands of milk white. He sat almost sullenly across the table from her this morning, watching as she assembled her breakfast. She plopped grape jelly onto each half of her English muffin; then, using the tip of her butter knife, drew long curls of cream cheese from the slab and, with her fingers, placed them onto the jelly. With a snort of disgust, he retreated behind his WSJ and wheat toast, dry. Certainly the novelty of their May-December romance had already worn thin, and whatever light and sparkle she had brought into his life had served its purpose, whatever he had thought that to be when he had made such a terrible mistake. The important thing now was to see Panghorn and set about making an end of it, and with as little trouble as possible.
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