Chapter Twelve
Sheep
Apologies are often hidden.
Normally, Steven’s bad moods lasted as long as a TV ad, but since the move and my descent into a black hole, Steven seemed to have lost his patience.
As I appeared at the breakfast table, he greeted me with a nod and a look I cringed from.
Is it the lack of s*x that’s making things so bad, or has the magic truly gone?
Steven placed his crust onto his plate and, without looking at me, flicked on the kettle.
“Coffee?” he said.
I nodded. With great precision, Steven poured himself one, lifted a week-old newspaper, and nestled back into his chair.
My mug was still empty.
Steven often talked of his sister. They were close, but I never saw much of her while she was married, and while Steven had all the sympathy in the world for her, I fe
