Chapter Seven
There was little traffic to and from Brummagem that day, but Marion and Imelda still walked beside the road to avoid the mud. “You might have gone to the manor house, f****d de Erdington and be back home by now,” said Imelda. “In fact, you could have gone yesterday. There’s no rule against s*x on the sabbath.”
“If you want to sit on his warty old c**k, be my guest,” said Marion. “I’ve told you what I’m going to do. I’d rather you came with me, but I’ll go alone if I must.” She kept her gaze ahead, but from the silence beside her she’d obviously upset Imelda. She wasn’t sorry.
“I’m thinking of you,” said Imelda. “What you’re planning is dangerous. Very dangerous.”
“I know, but I’ve made up my mind. Do as I ask without constantly complaining and criticising or go home.”
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