There’s always been three in our marriage: me, my husband, and Mabel. My husband adored Mabel’s sparkling green eyes and her sleek raven hair. He used to bring her everywhere with him, even on our honeymoon to Cornwall. He still carries a photograph of her in his wallet which he thinks I don’t know about. He was inconsolable when she eventually left him after 19 years so he propped her up in a cabinet next to the TV. Her green eyes have been replaced with glass ones now, and, despite her stiffness, he still admires her more than me.
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