The Italian's One-Night Love-Child - Plot & Excerpts
After a hearty breakfast, the like of which he had not tasted since he had been a teenager with an insatiable appetite and an abundance of free time that could be apportioned to satisfying it, he found himself with a checklist of things to do, which he was pretty sure Bethany had compiled with a great deal of satisfaction. Most of the chores necessitated him being outside and, since he had not a stitch of clothing with him, aside from what he had arrived in, which were in the process of being washed, he was obliged to brace near blizzard conditions in some of her father’s clothes, which were too short in the arms and legs and too large in the waist. ‘Clear drive…and salt…chop wood for logs…milk and bread from corner shop…’ He lounged against the doorframe and looked up from the list. ‘Sure this is all? There must be a few more outdoor duties you need me to fulfil…’ She was busying herself by the kitchen sink, the picture of domesticity were it not for the smirk on her face.
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