Martha listens from the kitchen, paying little attention to what she's doing. Really, she doesn't need to. She could maneuver around that kitchen of hers with her eyes closed - and do so with grace.
By the time Eirene is through, she's walking into the living room with two steaming cups. She sits down beside her, handing one over. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry."
The truth is, Martha is no stranger to violence proceeding marital bliss, seeing as her own fiance had socked her father square in the jaw immediateoy following their engagement.
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Date: 2008-10-30 04:08 am (UTC)By the time Eirene is through, she's walking into the living room with two steaming cups. She sits down beside her, handing one over. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry."
The truth is, Martha is no stranger to violence proceeding marital bliss, seeing as her own fiance had socked her father square in the jaw immediateoy following their engagement.
"Does this...happen often?"