Chapter 25

“You useless bitch,” he said.

Barbara Carter looked at her husband with unconcealed contempt. “You have a nerve you cheating bastard.”

“Can you simply find my bloody white shirt so that I can go to work?”

“You find it.”

“You did the washing and I couldn’t see it amongst the clothes stacked loosely in the laundry.”

“Jesus you’re hopeless,” said Barbara.

“Just find my fucking shirt,” roared Bryan.

Fiona waltzed into the kitchen and, holding a hanger up for all to see, said, “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“That’s it,” said Bryan. He grabbed it and hastily slid into it. “Mixed up in your stuff – typical.”

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