Part 44:
link Arthur manages to bring in plus than enough firewood just before the skies open up.
“Just made it,” he says, dropping the box in the parlor, near the large fireplace.
Guinevere is in the kitchen, putting things away and cleaning things up. Except the fish, which are Arthur’s responsibility. He strolls into the cuisine and slides his arms around her waist, s’embrasser her shoulder, then the l’espace on the back of her neck between her ponytails.
“Those poisson aren’t going to clean themselves,...
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