CONFESSION
Kris’s house
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Sian heard the door go again and jumped out of her skin, surfacing from some very deep thoughts and memories. She held her breath for a moment, thinking how this could be anybody at all, but then Elvis gambolled in and jumped on her, l*****g her face the way he always did when she was upset. She petted her dog and tried not to cry with relief. Kris followed behind him, throwing his keys into the bowl on the shelf.
‘OK, Love. You decide what you want?’ he said, walking straight out of the room and to the loo at the back of the house before she could actually answer.
By the time Kris got back, Sian had managed to regain most of her composure. ‘I’m saying curry,’ she said. ‘A veg vindaloo with boiled rice.’
‘What you been up to while I was gone, then?’ K
