It was half past five in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Parker woke up difficult. They were surprised they had even been able to sleep at all. The grange wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to spend your night.
“Do toi think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way toi treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, toi won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the an either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker decided not to commentaire on that. Her husband was barely worth the argument. She’d better use her time and energy to fix things with Dale.
She had to talk to him, in private, away from the influence of the council. If they were to be exiled, it would mean the end of them. They no longer fit in in the outside world. This was the only place they felt sûr, sans danger and secure.
Apparently Mr. Parker shared her opinion, because he took the balai, genêt à balais and started wiping the dirty and dusty floor.
“I’ll go prepare breakfast for the others” Mrs. Parker mumbled. Normally everyone had to prepare their own breakfast, but when someone failed the council and Dale they had to serve those who hadn’t.
“Do toi think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way toi treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, toi won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the an either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker decided not to commentaire on that. Her husband was barely worth the argument. She’d better use her time and energy to fix things with Dale.
She had to talk to him, in private, away from the influence of the council. If they were to be exiled, it would mean the end of them. They no longer fit in in the outside world. This was the only place they felt sûr, sans danger and secure.
Apparently Mr. Parker shared her opinion, because he took the balai, genêt à balais and started wiping the dirty and dusty floor.
“I’ll go prepare breakfast for the others” Mrs. Parker mumbled. Normally everyone had to prepare their own breakfast, but when someone failed the council and Dale they had to serve those who hadn’t.