A lamb to the slaughter
She laid aside her sewing,
stood up, and went forward to kiss him as he came in.
"Hullo darling," she said.
"Hullo darling," he answered.
She took his coat and hung it in the closer. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish
one for him, a weak one for herself; and soon she was back again in her chair with the sewing, and
he in the other, opposite, holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled
against the side.
For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew he didn't want to speak much until the
first drink was finished, and she, on her side, was content to sit quietly, enjoying his company after
the long hours alone in the house. She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel -
almost as a sunbather feels the sun - that warm male glow that came out of him to her when they
were alone together
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