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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

207 wivesbehavingbadly

and i'm not so good at sleeping . but then i anticipated not sleeping for a hundred years  . do you want to come upstairs while i change charlie ?"
paige was a champion mother , she was also a champion  housekeeper  . her store cupboards were immaculate and none of her spice jars ever overran their sell -by dates  . each shelf  in the linen cupboard corresponded to a room in the house  , and the clothes in her warrobe were color coded  . you could hate paige , unless you loved her .
i  trailed up behind her , noting that every shelf was dust free  and the curtains in the children 's bedroom had strips of transparent cling film sewn along the bottom to preserve  them . when i pased the spare room  and glanced  inside  , though  , i did a double take  . it was awash in discarded clothes , books , a pile of papers on the floor .
" you're looking at the mess ? martin  said the deal was that  , if we had the third, which he didn't want  , then he would grap a spare where he could  live like a pig ."
"ah."
paige changed and washed charlie  . for all her talk , she was  clearly tired  , so i gathered up the discarded baby things and wiped down the mat .
' you shouldn't do that  , ' she said  , " but i'm grateful ."
" have you any idea how  i crave to do something ordinary ?" i chucked the cotton wool into the bin .
suddenly paige sat down on the nursing chair . her stomach bulge over  her skirt , and her thighs had a flabby underdone look ." what next  , minty ? what are you going to do ?"
" go back to work . keep the boys and myself ."
" you want to go back ."

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