“If you keep talking like that you‘ll end up with no husband to love you. Alone in that house you want to buy so badly, surrounded by books and cats.” I snort and cast my eyes on the steeple of a cathedral that reminds me of home. He may think this is some great threat to me but….there are worse things. I see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye and I turn to him and give him a bright smile.
“Love is fickle. Books are eternal.”
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