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William muttered as a cloud of black smoke rose from the toaster. He was sick of burnt toast and overcooked eggs. Why didn’t Blanche come home? Esther hadn’t owned much. ‘Sorting her things’ was probably an excuse to avoid him.
He pulled the toaster cord out of the wall before picking up a knife to extricate the burnt offering from the toaster slot. Getting electrocuted wouldn’t improve his mood. The knife slipped across the edge of the toast, and his finger touched the hot edge of the slot. He cursed out loud. Blast Blanche. He’d never sworn before she’d up and left him, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to fix things. He’d sent flowers and a note, but he hadn’t heard back. What did she want? A new dress? A new car?
Maybe she was waiting for him to crawl back on his hands and knees
