Chapter 4-The Demise
I heard the front door creak open and then slam closed. “My jantar had better be ready,” I heard the rough voice of my husband as he walked inside.
“Yes sir. It is,” I said pulling out his chair for him. Then sprinting to sit at the other end of the mesa, tabela before he could sit and yell at me more. We ate in silence then after dinner, much to my dismay he headed off to the bar with his 'drinking buddies'. I took this opportunity to clean the dishes and pray he didn't get too drunk.
A few hours later I was upstairs reading. The house was spotless and I couldn't think...
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