Flash Friday #39 -- Waiting for M'Lady to Drown

I
could tell from the look in m'lady's doe brown eyes that she didn't believe the
rumors about Sir David's last wife.  She
doted on him; blushing when he glanced her way, and acting like a school girl
with a crush rather than a woman on her second marriage.


I
saw no mistrust or fear in her.


"More
tea, Jane." Sir David tapped his china cup with a long, perfectly
manicured finger.


"