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Thursday, August 30, 2012

263 wievesbehavingbadly

.  the dining room was sunny , with a view of an immaculate  english garden in which delpiniums and poppies mingled with exotically shape foliage .
'my report card ?" gisela seemed distracted ." oh , it 's fine . except they seem to think that my diet is unbalanced , which i asured them it was not ." she pulled herself together ." have you rung home ? all under control ?"
 "eve sounded a bit strange , but so far , so  good ."
the dressing on the beans wa extra  extra tart  and the inside of my mouth puckered at the first mouthful . i had never cared for lemons . a tall  tanned man at the adjacent table was gazing  with unabashed  horrr at the plate of mung beans and tofu  that had been placed  in front of him . he looked across to me , and i found myself smiling in sympathy . he shook his head and smiled back .
gisela was not enjoying her meal , unusually , she was jumpy and unsettled . i forced down a mouthful ." i guess mar-cua has issued an ultimatum ."
she leaned back in her chair ." i cann't  argue  that it's a surprise ."
'he's called your bluff . either roger or him ?"
gisela picked up a spoon and  attacked the ( very) small slice or pawpaw  balanced on  a piece of melon ." it's very inconvenient of him to make a fuss at the moment .
"poor marcus "
the conners of gisela's mouth went down . he knew the situation ."
that was irrfutable , and i pondered  the logistics of gisela 's existence . did she take macus as a lover all the time ? or only between husbands ? was there  a code of prctice for this sort of thing ?

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