Appalled

I missed the company of Mrs Eames.
She seemed adamant about staying
away. Each morning I’d find a generous
hamper of food on the doorstep. She
hadn’t deserted us. She knew we’d never
fend for ourselves. But Mrs Eames was
very angry. I hoped things would boil
down soon. Then I noticed something
strange. The bags of shopping weren’t
from our regular supermarket. There were
odd items like brie cheese and wholegrain
crackers. Mrs Eames would never choose
such things. Suddenly I felt sick in my
stomach. The parcels were from Uncle
Timothy.

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Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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