Proserpina

I stared aghast at him and then felt myself go hot and then cold all over.

Anger raced through me.

After all these days, after all this time, was THAT the only thing he could find to say to me?

I had been waiting for my husband, and this was how he reacted?

The anger rose in me and I snapped,

“Yes, I am sad, He is a loving friend.’

I glared at him, my mouth firm, unblinking in the face of his jealous anger.

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