'I can't belive you're going to live here!' Vanessa stood in the doorway of the
kitchen and looked around her with distaste.
'It's characterful,'said Tess,determinedly unpacking pasta and milk and not looking
at the stained sink or grubby tiled.
'It's dirty!'
'Then I'll clean it.'Tess kept her voice even,the way she had learnt to do when
she was talking to Martin.The thought of him snagged in her mind,caught on the barbed
wire of memory,and she shook it free.She didn't need to be careful now.She could
say what she thought.The realization still caught her unawares sometimes,making
her giddy with a strange combination of relief and apprehension.It was so long
since she had been able to open her mouth without thinking that she wasn't quite
sure what to do with her newly found freedom.
No more gauging a mood before she spoke.No more quick readjustment of her opinions
in response to a drawing together of Martin's brows.The slightest tightening of his
lips could set her mind scrambling for a way out of the conversation without provoking
him further.
'I like it,' she told.......
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