Chapter
Eleven
"I
don't think everything is alright with that girl!"
Rosemary
counted rows as she knitted. Arthur knew she was angry - the knitting always
got tighter and tighter when she was unhappy. Today the knotting was extremely
tight.
“Look,”
said Arthur, “she’s very young. Maybe they didn’t hit it off. And then, well,
it was easier to deny it ever happened. Maybe she just wanted to forget the
marriage.”
Arthur
hoped this might calm Rosemary, but in the same way that over many years of
marriage, Arthur had always misjudged what would calm Rosemary – this had the reverse
effect. The giant sigh and two more rows of tight knitting let him know.
Wrong
thing to say Arthur.
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