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Who knew a simple scone could provoke such a confusion of emotions? He felt patronized, angry, greedy, hungry, and defeated all at the same time.
Some marriages combust, others die, and some just lie down like a wounded animal, defeated.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like people; she just didn’t need them.
It was the first time in her short life that she had realized she was alone. Pain like that can do strange things to a young heart.
She wanted to slap the face that looked back at her from the mirror. This stupid woman who had allowed her whole life to slip by in a dull blur.
Was it really possible that she could have wasted so much of her own life out of a demented sort of politeness?
If he couldn’t hear their stupidity, he reasoned to himself, then he might forget for a few hours that he worked with idiots.
Feelings were to be feared, pain was to be avoided at all costs, and if that meant not experiencing joy, then so be it.
If being lonely meant not having to talk about shit like that, then she would choose it every time over having coffee dates and ladies’ lunches.
Whatever attention Anthony was getting at the hospital, it certainly wasn’t medical.
It seemed her emotional earthquake had not created a single ripple. The world was the same.
“Fond? Fond? You giant fuck! The only thing you ever loved was my farm. Well it is my farm. Mine! And you can fuck off.”
“I’m saying no to your attitude today.
Brid Riordan gave him a small wave and smiled. The last piece of bread was forgotten.
