Arthur struggled in with the tea
tray and did a very good impersonation of Mrs Overall which did not amuse
Rosemary but made Pat giggle.
Rosemary poured the tea. Slowly.
Slowly. Broken orange pekoe mingling with periwinkle. Broken dreams drowning in
blue.
Rosemary looked over the rim. For a
minute there was a suspicion of – what was that? What was that smirk that glided
creepily across those thin lips? Ah yes, we know what that is don’t we? That is triumph.
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