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Blanche was woken by the sound of the toilet flushing. Her ankle throbbed. She’d cried herself to sleep last night after her talk with Anton. Now she’d woken far too early. She squinted towards the darkened window. It wasn’t even dawn. Why couldn’t Naomi have left the toilet unflushed?
She was being unfair. Naomi was more than considerate. She was cranky because she hadn’t had enough sleep and her emotions were in turmoil. She turned over. Could she get back to sleep?
The kettle clicked off. How was it such tiny sounds could pull her out of the doze she’d drifted into? She may as well get up. Maybe a cup of tea would make her feel better.
It was cold. Winter was coming, so she took her dressing gown off the hook at the back of the door. She’d snuck home a few weeks ago and collected
