“…for some reason, this makes me feel off, to think of her and ruddy Thomas Gratton in bed together, and to think of them talking about me, of all things. I wonder what they talk about when they aren’t talking about me. The weather, perhaps, or the price of marrow, or the way tourists always seem to wear white shoes in the rain. I think if I had a butcher husband, that’s what I would talk to him about.”
— Nov 19, 2025 12:14PM
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