‘Darling; I could eat you up.’
Annie’s words shredded Tom’s heart, but he waited for the call to finish before opening the door.
‘I’m slaughtering the pig today. Shall I ask Stan to help?’
Her smile, as she promised to make dinner, was one she never directed at him anymore.
‘I’ll put a chunk of meat on the porch for you,’ he said.
When the smell of pot-roast drifted from the kitchen, Tom picked up the remains of the carcass.
‘I liked you, Stan, but Annie loved you. Hope she’s still hungry.’
Annie’s words shredded Tom’s heart, but he waited for the call to finish before opening the door.
‘I’m slaughtering the pig today. Shall I ask Stan to help?’
Her smile, as she promised to make dinner, was one she never directed at him anymore.
‘I’ll put a chunk of meat on the porch for you,’ he said.
When the smell of pot-roast drifted from the kitchen, Tom picked up the remains of the carcass.
‘I liked you, Stan, but Annie loved you. Hope she’s still hungry.’
