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greytree Junior Member
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“He’s gone out again Klaus!” Millicent’s voice rose in indignation as it invariably did when the subject turned to Tom, “and at this hour! Honestly he acts as if he owns this house. No consideration for the rest of us. No doubt he’ll be singing at three in the morning. Hmph.” Klaus responded with a mere glance. This subject, as ever, bored him. The comings and goings of Tom may be the highlight of his partner’s day, but Klaus remained more interested in his attempts to redecorate the bedroom. The new doorway he had crafted required his utmost attention. It would be a work of art. “...and what’s more he always smells so bad when he returns! I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been sleeping in bins...” Millicent’s voice continued to damn their absent companion. The minutes passed slowly through the evening. There was much work to be done and dinner to fetch from the kitchen and all before Tom returned. It was not that Klaus didn’t like Tom, “and I’m certainly not scared of him!” he often reassured himself, “it’s merely easier to avoid him. I’m sure we’d have nothing in common.” Klaus ventured to the kitchen, glancing nervously in the dark corners of the room. It had long been treated as a game, his fear of the dark, his fear of Tom and the outside world. Klaus liked to pretend he would gain great glory for his bravery as he stalked from room to room, not turning on the lights. A shadow from the window stopped him in his tracks. Was it Tom? Tom had a bad habit pf moving quietly; far too quietly for Klaus’ liking. Millicent always insisted he was up to something. “He’s always scheming. Not one to be trusted that one, you mark my words!” “Live and let live I always think” Klaus had ventured briefly into her monologue, “I’m not sure he thinks the same!” Had been her retort, no wavering of her conviction. That had been the last time Klaus had interjected into any talk of Tom. He did not wish to betray his facade of confidence to his wife and as such found silence the easiest form of nonchalance. Silence continued over the kitchen as Klaus proceeded to scour the options for his feast. Meagre pickings for some appeared a godsend to the pair expecting children on the way. The bread, cheese and cereal Klaus returned with may not placate all Millicent’s cravings, but at least would subdue the constant stream of impotent malice that continued to flow from her mouth. The words like song, from a distance, revealed their darker nature as Klaus reached the opening. Evidently Millicent had not noticed his arrival, nor for that matter his departure, her subject remaining as ever, Tom, “... and it’s not as if he even cleans anything, you know I found a dead bird by the steps the other day?” Klaus lay the dinner at the entrance as a stunned silence hit them both. Immediately the pair scurried deeper into the hole. The swinging cat-flap was their only warning that the Tom-cat had returned. In such an ugly time, beauty is the real protest |
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