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with hot water and added caustic soda that she had found under ant. Eating me food! Sleeping in me house! He thumped the table.
the stone sink in the scullery. Placing an empty box on a chair, she Get out!
threw anything resembling rubbish into it and then scrubbed the Isabelle trembled. What do you mean?
table with a rag dipped in the soda water. She left the table to dry I said get out! Farrell sprung to his feet, but the motion was too
and washed the window inside and out. Then, she wiped over the quick for him in his befuddled state. He toppled over and landed
dresser and all the shelves. Next, she found a broom in the cellar with a sickening thud on the stone floor.
and brushed away the numerous cobwebs coating the ceiling Dear God in Heaven, she whispered. Pushing Hughie away, she
beams. stepped around the table and stared at her prostrate husband.
The sudden light shining through the clean window showed Is he moving, Belle? Hughie murmured, his fear evident in his
how dirty the kitchen floor was and so, bunching up her skirts, white face.
Isabelle got down on her knees and scrubbed that too. Isabelle touched Farrell with the toe of her boot. He groaned and
As she threw the mucky water over the nettles, Hughie ran to her she let out a pent up breath. He s alive.
grinning. Look! He thrust the bucket at her. It must be at least an What are we to do?
inch deep. Nothing for the moment. He s drunk. We ll let him sleep it off.
Wonderful. She tussled his hair. We can have tea with milk this Maybe then he will be more sensible. She ushered Hughie outside.
morning, and since we ate the eggs and potatoes last night, I have Go look for some more eggs and fill the bucket with water. Then
oats simmering for porridge. come in for your breakfast.
Good, I m starved! Once Hughie was gone from sight, Isabelle looked down on her
Chuckling, they went in for their breakfast. Things were bright- unfortunate choice of husband. He frightened and repulsed her, but
ening up. They could do this, she knew it. she had made her decision to stay. Besides, she had no money, no
Hughie whistled in surprise at the cleaner kitchen. You ve done family and nowhere to go. Sighing, she went to the range. Maybe
grand, Belle. her husband was a good man when he wasn t drunk?
Yes, well, there is so much more to do. She tipped the milk into While he slept Isabelle continued with her scrubbing. Farrell
a clean jar and put it on the table. I have plenty more cleaning to didn t stir for two hours, then, as she was sorting out the best of the
do, so you ll have to keep me supplied with buckets of water. old potatoes from the sack, he moaned. Isabelle s dirt-covered
Do you think the pig needs feeding in the mornings too? hands stilled and she peeped over at him.
Isabelle stirred the oats and turned to him, but her words died in He groaned on sitting up. His eyes narrowed, trying to focus.
her throat as Len Farrell stood in the doorway. She hadn t even What s going on?
heard him arrive. Disgusted she sneered, Nothing. You fell down drunk!
Her husband, filthy and bloodied, staggered into the kitchen and Farrell grunted. Gripping the table edge, he hauled himself to his
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feet, sniffing and coughing. Get me a drink. caught her wrist. If yer want to stay here, yer d best smarten up.
There s tea in the pot. She rose and poured out a cup of tea for His fingers felt like they were crushing her bones. If I ve got to
him and then inched it over in his direction. have a wife, I ll not have a stupid one. Isabelle nodded.
He took a sip before flopping down onto the chair at the end of Hughie clambered in carrying a bucket full of water, but stopped
the table. Red eyes narrowed as he surveyed the kitchen before on seeing Farrell clasping her wrist. His gaze flew to her. I . . . I . . .
scowling back at her. Yer make too free with me things. got water.
Isabelle swung the kettle onto the heat to boil and to give her Thanks, pet. Put . . . put it over there. I ve got some tea in the pot
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