After Mr Grieg’s visit, there was a row between Mistress and Marek in the front garden.
“How could you get tied up in something so smutty?” she asked and began to coil her hair amongst the stems of her Virginia creeper, a sure sign of stress. “I can’t believe you would source pornography on my computer. Now I find you don’t even have a legitimate visa to be here!”
I wagged my tail at Marek. He needed my support. I wasn’t going to lose my bacon sandwich titbits without a fight.
“That is rubbish,” Marek replied, “I am here with my very important work, which I thought you understood. You of all people.
“I understand,” said Mistress. “Only too well.”
From my position close to the wall, I felt that I knew Marek better than Mistress. She would never find another man like him. When he pulled the gate open and walked out, I gave a wolf’s howl. Frankly, I didn’t know I had it in me.
“COME BACK!” Mistress cried.
But Marek kept on walking.
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